Robert Plant

Thirteenth day of August 54 I was five years old
Depending where youre counting from
Mama didnt tell me what was going abroad
No tales of things to come
Daddy, daddy come home in the evening with the burdens of the day
Pat Boone might come along and take Daddys blues away
Mama might take Daddys head into her hands
Soothe awhile, soothe awhile, touch the boy inside the man
Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets
Its such a long, long way from the streets
Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets
Its such a long, long way from the streets
Miss Debbie Reynolds promised someone out there always to obey
[Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat]
And there was no one better qualified to cry awhile, cry awhile
Not quite like Mr Johnny Ray
[Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat]
[Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat]
Beneath her skirts [etc repeated]
Baby, dont you want me no more?
Dont you want me no more?
Oh yeah - talk to me
Down at the juke joint, back at the drive-in movie show
Moondog made one more white boy sanctify
Out on the streets, the red hot streets, old heroes fell
And I screamed my name with pride
Beneath her skirts [etc repeated]
Hey, baby - dont you want me baby?
Dont you want me no more?
[ White, Clean And Neat Lyrics ]