Mama Don't Rock 'n' Roll
Papa’s drinkin’ whisky lookin’ at the television
He’s been there since 1955
Mama’s sittin' on the porch watching the world go by
In the night, wearin’ bifocals
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll, anymore, anymore…
Mama don’t bitch, daddy don’t smoke a bowl
Mama don’t bitch, daddy don’t smoke a bowl
Mama don’t bitch, daddy don’t smoke a bowl, anymore, anymore…
Papa’s gone cold, mama don’t glow no more
Papa’s gone cold, mama don’t lift her skirt
Papa don’t smile, mama don’t blush no more, anymore, anymore…
Papa’s gone grey, mama don’t give a damn
Mama’s gone grey, papa don’t give a damn
Papa don’t talk, mama don’t talk no more, anymore, anymore…
When the kids had all moved on, they broke their happy home
And the silence that remains, is a prelude to the grave
But mama she’s still looking for the cure
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll, anymore, anymore…
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll, anymore…
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll, anymore…
Papa don’t preach, mama don’t rock ‘n’ roll
Words & Music by John Banrock
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