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 secrets, you'll wish you were dead

Singing too-ro-li, too-ro-li, too-ro-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

Singing too-ro-li, too-ro-li, too-ro-li-ay

Singing too-ro-li, too-ro-li, too-ro-li-ay

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 neighboring hay-rick

Singing too-ro-li, too-ro-li, too-ro-li-ay

Singing too-ro-li, too-ro-li, too-ro-li-ay

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

Singing too-ro-li, too-ro-li, too-ro-li-ay

Singing too-ro-li, too-ro-li, too-ro-li-ay

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 briefing and did not resist

Singing too-ro-li, too-ro-li, too-ro-li-ay

Oh Mother, dear Mother, no need for distress

For that young man has left me his name and address

And if we win, though a baby there be

He won't have to march like his da-da and me