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!


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, no, no, no, no