Go Limp - Live At Carnegie Hall, New York, 1964

Oh daughter, dear daughter

Take warning from me

And don't you go marching

With the NAACP

For they'll rock you and roll you

And shove you into bed

And if they steal your nuclear secret

She'll wish you were dead

Singin', "Too-roo-la, too-roo-la, too-roo-la-ay"

You get the gist of the song now?

When we get to the chorus again, I expect you to sing with us

Oh mother, dear mother

No, I'm not afraid

For I'll go on that march

And I'll return a virgin maid

With a brick in my handbag

And a smile on my face

And barbed wire in my underwear

To shed off disgrace

Alright now, hootenanny time

Come on, let's go

Singin', "Too-roo-la, too-roo-la, too-roo-la-ay"

They didn't get it that time, we're gonna do it again

Singin', "Too-roo-la, too-roo-la, too-roo-la-ay"

I forgot the next verse

I really did

I forgot it

Well, I'll take my time

I told you 'bout mama, didn't I? Yeah

Okay, I got it now

One day they were marching

A young man came by

With a beard on his chin

And a gleam in his eye

And before she had time

To remember her brick

And before she had time

To remember her brick

They were holding a sit-down

On a neighbouring hay rig

Come on now

Now this is the audience participation, come on

Singin', "Too-roo-la, too-roo-la, too-roo-la-ay"

Let's do it again

Singin', "Too-roo-la, too-roo-la, too-roo-la-ay"

That's better

That makes up for all the times you went to the bar

When you weren't supposed to do it

Oh, my goodness

For meeting is pleasure

And parting is pain

And if I have a great concert

Maybe I won't have to sing those folk songs again

Oh mother, dear mother

I'm stiff and I'm sore

From sleeping three nights

On a hard classroom floor

Singin', "Too-roo-la, too-roo-la, too-roo-la-ay", come on

Singin', "Too-roo-la, too-roo-la, too-roo-la-ay"

I miss one verse, I forgot which one it was now

Oh, I know what it is

One day at the briefing

She'd heard a man say

"Go perfectly limp"

"And be carried away"

So when this young man suggested

It was time she was kissed

She remembered her brief

And then did not resist

Let's go

Singin', "Too-roo-la, too-roo-la, too-roo-la-ay"

Oh mother, dear mother

No need for distress

For that young man has left me

His name and address

What a funny song

And if we win

Though a baby there be

He won't have to march

Like his da-da and me