Your Mama don't dance

Your Mama don t dance and your Daddy don t rock and roll

Your Mama don t dance and your Daddy don t rock and roll

But when evening comes around and it s time to hit the town

Where do you go--You gotta rock it

The old folks say that you gotta end your date by ten

But if you re out on a date don t you bring her home late cause it s a sin

You know there s no excuse, you know you re gonna lose, you never win
I ll say it again
And it s all because

Chorus

Solo


Everyone gather round let me tell you all about it
You see I pulled into a drive-in and I found a place to park
We hopped into the backseat where it s always nice and dark
We re just about to move thinkin "Bret, this is a breeze"
There s a light in my eye and a guy says "Out of the car, long hair!"

Oowee|--you re coming with me

Said the local police

Coro

Play me a little C.C.

Solo


Your Mama don t dance, no

She just don t dance, no

Your Mama don t dance and your Daddy don t rock and roll
Ah, yeah