Your Mama Don't Dance - Jim Messina, Lonestar

Your mama don’t dance

And your daddy don’t rock n' roll

Your mama don’t dance

And your daddy don’t rock n' roll

But when evenin' rolls around

And it’s time to hit the town

Where do you go?

You gotta rock it

The old folks say

That ya gotta end your date by ten

But if you’re out on a date don’t you

Bring her home late 'cuz 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 your mama don’t dance

And your daddy don’t rock n' roll

Your mama don’t dance

And your daddy don’t rock n' roll

When evenin' rolls around

And it’s time to hit the town

Where do you go?

You gotta rock it, rock it

Yo 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

I’m just about to move thinkin' mmm Bret this is a breeze

Then there’s a light in my eye and a guy says

«Out of the car long hair, oowee you’re coming with me

To the local police»

And it’s all because your mama don’t dance

And your daddy don’t rock n' roll

Your mama don’t dance

And your daddy don’t rock n' roll

And when evenin' rolls around

And it’s time to hit the town

Where do you go?

I play a little CC

Your mama don’t dance

And your daddy don’t rock n' roll

(Your mama don’t dance and your daddy don’t rock n' roll)

They just ain’t cool and they ain’t about to start

Your mama don’t dance and you daddy don’t rock

Your mama don’t dance, no

She just don’t dance, no

You mama don’t dance

And you daddy don’t rock n' roll, ow no