WON'T IT BE NICE

won't it be nice
when freedom comes
when mommy and daddy
is gone

when pimples and pains
and all that is vain
will vanish like
words of a song
 
won't it be nice
when we wake in the morning
and jump from our bed
with some joy
 
not having to answer
to anyone else
or pretend or to lie
or be coy