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.
