Shakespeare's Sister - The Smiths

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 …