Your Momma Don't Dance

Your Momma Don't Dance
This remake is a song that Rikki and I used to perform in a band called the SPECTRES. Ahh, the fond memories it brings back of playing at The Rugue's Den in York, PA. I remember there were three people in the audience who were telling us to turn it down so they could place an order with their waitress. The bar owner eveuntally paid us $200 NOT to play because we were too loud and he kept losing coustmers. Years later, Rikki and I pitched the song to C.C. and Bobby. It quickly became one of our favorite songs to play live. As fate would have it, Bobby got arrested int Nashville, TN while shooting this video. For more information, refer to the SIGHT FOR SORE EARS video collection (available at the Poison site).


Chorus: 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--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 Chorus Solo Everyone gather round let me tell you all about 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' "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 Chorus Play me a little C.C. Solo 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