The Smiths 

 

  

 

   Shakespeare's Sister

 

 

  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 ...