Dedication

Young bones groan And the rocks below say: "Throw your skinny body down, son!" But I'm going to meet the one I love So please don't stand in my way Because I'm going to meet the one I love No, Mamma, let me go! Young bones groan And the rocks below say: "Throw your white body down!" But I'm going to meet the one I love At last! At last! At last! I'm going to meet the one I love La-de-da, la-de-da No, Mamma, let me go! No... I thought that if you had An acoustic guitar Then it meant that you were A Protest Singer Oh, I can smile about it now But at the time it was terrible No, Mamma, let me go No...