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



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