Poison - Mama Don't Dance Lyrics
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Mama Don't Dance
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What Are The Lyrics For Mama Don't Dance By Poison?
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 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 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 hit the town Where do you go You gotta rock it, rock 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' umm, 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 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 But when evening comes around and it's time to hit the town Where do you go Ah, play me a little C.C., woo 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 They just ain't cool and it ain't about the style Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock and roll 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 |
Who Wrote Mama Don't Dance By Poison?
Jim Messina, Kenneth Clark Loggins
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