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 rolls around and it’s time to go to town
Where do you go to rock and roll?
The old folks say that ya gotta end your date by ten;
If you’re out on a date and you bring it home late, it’s a sin
There just ain’t no excuse and you know you’re gonna lose and never win
I’ll say it again
And it’s all because 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;
When evening rolls around and it’s time to go to town
Where do you go, to rock and roll?
You pull into a drive-in, you find a place to park
You hop into the backseat where you know it’s nice and dark;
You’re just about to groove, and you’re thinking it’s a breeze
Then there’s a light in your eye, and then a guy says
Out of the car long hair, oowee
You’re coming with me-the local police
And it’s all because 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;
When evening rolls around, and it’s time to go to town
Where do you go to rock and roll?
Where do you go to rock and roll?
Where do you go to rock and roll?