Liberation Rag

My henna-haired gal's all there in coffee-coloured lace,

Wearing such a pretty smile upon her face.

Her little angel's fluttering around and pulling on her dress,

And you know that's the way she like it best.

She's a new age mother, she don't take no bull,

She don't dig that attitude in school.

Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag

Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag

Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag

Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag

And if you use a cup in the kitchen, you gotta wash it yourself,

When it's clean, put that cup back on that shelf.

She don't dig none of that old-fashioned jazz

Where women do all the chores,

She can think and open all her own doors.

She's a new age mother, she don't take no bull,

She don't dig that attitude in school.

She's a new age mother, she more than a lay,

Lindee got a lot to give and say.

Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag

Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag

Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag

Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag

La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.