paroles de chanson Go Limp - Live At Carnegie Hall, New York, 1964 - Nina Simone

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