Go Limp - Nina Simone

Oh Daughter, dear Daughter

Take warning from me

And don’t you go marching

With the N-A-A-C-P

For they’ll rock you and roll you

And shove you into bed

And if they steal your nuclear secret

You’ll wish you were dead

Singin too roo li, too roo li, too roo li ay

Singin too roo li, too roo li, too roo li ay

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

One day they were marching

A young man came by

With a beard on his cheek

And a gleam in his eye

And before she had time

To remember her brick…

They were holding a sit-down

On a nearby hay-rick

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

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 did not resist

Oh Mother, dear Mother

No need for distress

For the young man has left me

His name and address

And if we win

Tho' a baby there be

He won’t have to march

Like his da-da and me