Toots & Maytals - Premature

Let the girl go home,
Let her go right home.
She's underage,
She's not fit for the preacher.
Let the girl go go home,
Let her go right home,
She's underage,
She's not fit for the preacher.

Only adults can go,
To see the sweet carnal show.
Lord, she's the one little girl,
Her mother ever had.
And I'm the one little son,
My father ever had.
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm..

Let the girl go home,
Let her go right home.
She's underage,
She's not fit for the preacher.
She's only 14 going to 15,
Lord, she's the one little girl,
Her mama ever had.
I'm the one little son,
My father ever had.
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm..

As telling through the prophecy,
Brother Moses tell it to me.
As telling through the prophecy,
Revelation rock it to me.

Let the girl go home,
Let her go right home.
She's underage,
She's not fit for the preacher.
Only adults can go,
To see the sweet carnal show.
Lord, she's the one little girl,
Her mama ever had.
And I'm the one little son,
My father ever had.
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm..

If everybody premature,
They're walking and singing,
And begging for more.
If everybody premature,
They're walking and singing,
And laughing for more.

As telling through the prophecy,
Moses tell it to me.
As telling through the prophecy,
Revelation rock it to me.

You see the children,
Shall be having children.
You see the children,
Shall be having children.
You see the children,
Shall be having children.
Children, children, children.

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