Your Mama Don't Dance

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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

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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 thinking "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

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Play me a little C.C.

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