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



Chorus



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





(Thanks to Harvey for these lyrics)