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Your Mama don't dance and your Daddy don't rock and roll |
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Your Mama don't dance and your Daddy don't rock and roll |
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But when evening comes around and it's time to hit the town |
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Where do you go--You gotta rock it |
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The old folks say that |
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You gotta end your date by ten |
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But if you're out on a date |
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Don't you bring her home late cause it's a sin |
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You know there's no excuse, |
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You know you're gonna lose, you never win |
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I'll say it again |
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And it's all because |
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Everyone gather round let me tell you all about it |
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You see I pulled into a drive-in and I found a place to park |
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We hopped into the backseat where it's always nice and dark |
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We're just about to move thinking "Bret, this is a breeze" |
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There's a light in my eye and a guy says |
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"Out of the car, long hair!" |
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Oowee--you're coming with me |
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Said the local police |
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Play me a little C.C. |
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Your Mama don't dance, no |
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She just don't dance, no |
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Your Mama don't dance and your Daddy don't rock and roll |
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Ah, yeah |
