Your momma don't dance and your daddy don't rock and rollWhen he rolls around and it's time to go to town, where do you go to rock and roll?The old folks say that you've got to end the day by tenIf you're out on a date and you bring an old man, it's a sinThere's just no excuse and you know you're gonna lose and never winI'll say it again, and it's all becauseYour momma don't dance and your daddy don't rock and rollWhen he rolls around and it's time to go to town, where do you go to rock and roll?. . .You pull into a drive and you find a place to parkYou hop into the backseat where it's nice and darkYou're just about to move and you're thinking it's a breezeBut the guy in your eyes says,Oh, McCullough here!You come with me to the policeAnd it's all becauseYour momma don't dance and your daddy don't rock and rollWhen he rolls around and it's time to go to town, where do you go to rock and roll?. . .You pull into a drive and you find a place to parkYou hop into the backseat where it's nice and darkYou're just about to move and you're thinking it's a breezeBut the guy in your eyes says,Oh, McCullough here!You come with me to the policeAnd it's all becauseYour momma don't dance and your daddy don't rock and rollWhen he rolls around and it's time to go to town, where do you go to rock and roll?