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 ...