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Chorus: 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 From Letras Mania