Get, get, get, get
Get that info clear
Tell me darling
Before a baby’s here
You will support us
Sort it out with me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaaaaa!

Yes we need them
Yes, we really need them
Please let them be around
When we’re getting knocked up
Before everything is cocked up
Just give them a chance!

Come, come, come, come
Come into my head
Tell me darling
That you’ve really read
Their ad-vice, darling
Come and go with me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaaaaa
[DANCE AROUND, SNAP FINGERS]
Just give them a chance!
[REALLY HAVE FUN - IMITATE SAX SOLOS]
I love life darling
Don’t you see?
Plan for a baby
And we’ll be
Happier always
Come & go with me
[MORE SAX SOLOS - DANCE]
Come see them with me
Dom, dom, dom de dubie dom
Dom, dom, dom de dubie dom
Come see them with me
Dom, dom,dom de dubie dom
Come on, go with me!
(Google youtube, put Come & Go With Me in their search engine and you can hear the original & learn to sing it)

We’re the Raging Grannies and we want you all to know
That war is not the way to peace and we must all say NO!
We’ve seen it time and time again – war’s not the way to go!
We rage to end all war!

Chorus:   
         Happy Mother’s Day to all you Grannies,
         Here’s hoping that you’ll get up off your fannies,
         And join us on this day as we proclaim with all our might:
         It’s time to end all war!

We put away our knitting, tuck the grandkids into bed,
Throw on our shawls and aprons, put our hats upon our heads.
Inspired by the suffragists, we do not lightly tread,
We rage to end all war!

Chorus

They took our sons and daughters and they sent them off to die;
Said we had to kill Osama ’though those weapons were a lie.
Now some other mother bids her child a tearful last good-bye.
We rage to end all war!

Chorus

 They want to take our Medicare, our schools and parks and more,
So they’ll have the money that they need to keep on makin’ war.
We’re here to say on Mother’s Day that really makes us sore!
We rage to end all war!

Chorus

The Uterus Song
(Tune: “Bye-Bye Blackbird”)
Lyrics © by Vicki Ryder

If you’re a Republican, it’s okay to screw everyone,
Just don’t say “uterus!”
You can send our kids to war while watching your investments soar,
But don’t say “uterus!”
Taking bribes used to be thought just awful;
Now fat cats pay for your campaigns, that’s lawful…
You can take our rights away and torture folks, that’s still okay.
Just don’t say… that word.

You take funds from Planned Parenthood; you’d take all our rights if ya could,
But don’t say “uterus!”
You think abortion is a sin, but what’s that fetus growin’ in?
Shh! Don’t say uterus!
You can get away with bloody torture,
Just don’t say where you were when the stork brought ya.
We’re glad you’re lookin’ out for us, so stamp your feet and make a fuss
When you hear… that word!

Since when is it a dirty word to say the “u” word? That’s absurd!
We’ll say “uterus.”
We’ll sing it strong and sing it loud; it’s a part of us that makes us proud
So we’ll say “uterus.”
We’re not ashamed to call our parts their right names,
We’re just ashamed of men who play these mind games.
So end the wars and feed the poor; do what you were elected for,
And shout out loud… that word!

Uterus and uterus,and uterus and uterus, uterus, uterus!
Uterus and uterus,and uterus and uterus, uterus, uterus!
Uterus and uterus…..

CHORUS:

You can’t stomp on,  you can’t stomp on, you can’t stomp on me!
We still have rights and we will fight ’til everyone is free.
Oh, you can’t stomp on,  you can’t stomp on, you can’t stomp on me!
We still have rights and we will fight for human dignity.

We have the right to speak and demonstrate, it’s true.
And we will not be stopped by bully thugs like you!
We won’t apologize or take back what we say.
We’ll speak our minds but we’ll be kind… non-violence is the way.

[REPEAT CHORUS]

In these United States, there’s room enough for all:
The young, the old, the straight and gay, and immigrants short and tall.
We’ll keep on speaking out for civil rights and peace,
But we will not be stomped upon! This violence must cease!

[REPEAT CHORUS]

We go almost anywhere,

Raging Grannies go rolling along.

Some on foot, some in chairs,

Canes and walkers do their share,

Raging Grannies go rolling along.

Give us more access!

We can’t stand for less.

Enforce the ADA is our song

MORE RAMPS!

Try to keep us out,

And you will hear us shout:

Raging Grannies keep rolling along!

Note: I think of this as the marching song of Raging Grannies WOWW. The ADA is Americans with Disabilities Act. Among the goals is making buildings, streets, and public transportation accessible for those with mobility challenges.

Women are changeable;
And this world needs a change;
We’ll all try to arrange
To change the world.

CHORUS

Civil rights must prevail
For every male and female;
Poverty must go;
Let’s make it so.

Ahhhhh
Let’s make it so.
Women are powerful;
Let’s make new policy;
Let’s keep abortion free,
With full legality.

Women are powerful;
And we will take a stand;
Peace must be our demand;
Bring our troops home.

CHORUS

Civil rights must prevail
For every male and female
Poverty must go;
Let’s make it so.

Ahhhhh
Let’s make it so.

Ahhhhh
Let’s make it so.

Chorus
No more wars upon this planet
No more wars upon this space
We must learn to leve together
One family one human race.

We don’t want our children to be taught to fight and harm
We will work incessantly to cause all nations to disarm
War has never been the answer, it has only brought us harm,
We want to live in peace.

Chorus

Womyn know so well that love can always make amends
Love can change our enemies and make them into our friends
Now’s the time to come together and proclaim a better way,
We want to live in peace.

Chorus

WE DON’T DO APRONS AND WE DON’T DO BONNETS.
WE THINK LACE WENT OUT ALONG WITH THOSE SONNETS.
WE WEAR WHAT WE LIKE AND WE LIKE WHAT WE WEAR.
WE MIGHT HAVE CURLERS OR SPIKES IN OUR HAIR.
IF YOU’RE INTO FLOWERS, WE THINK THAT’S FINE,
BUT DON’T EXPECT US TO TOE YOUR LINE.

WE WON’T BUST OUR HEADS DEFINING OUR MISSION
OR TRYING TO GET A UNIFIED POSITION.
WE WANT TO MAKE WAVES, WE WANT TO KICK ASS
AND NOBODY’S GOING TO TELL US TO GET OFF THE GRASS.
TO BE A RAGING GRANNY IS AN ATTITUDE
IF YOU’VE GOT IT, FLAUNT IT, YOU’RE OUR KIND OF DUDE.

THE OTHER DESTINATION
SOUNDS A BIT TOO HOT.
WE MAY HAVE CAUSED SOME TROUBLE
BUT WE HAVEN’T SINNED A LOT.
AS FOR COMING BACK SOME DAY
TO REINCARNATE -
LIVING AS A COCKROACH ISN’T
AN APPEALING FATE.
BURN US UP OR BURY US
ONE THING WE KNOW FOR SURE -
RAGING GRANNY BONES WILL
MAKE A FINE MANURE.