Lyrics:

Silson-Uttley

My woman she don’t like rock ‘n’ roll
My woman she don’t like rock ‘n’ roll
She say to me, she just likes disco
I say to her God bless your soul
My woman, my woman she don’t like rock ‘n’ roll
My brother he don’t like rock ‘n’ roll
My brother he don’t like rock ‘n’ roll
He say to me, he just like disco
I say to him God bless your soul
My brother, my brother he don’t like rock ‘n’ roll
My mother she likes rock ‘n’ roll
My mother she likes rock ‘n’ roll
She say to me, well I don’t like disco
I say to her let’s loose control
I say to my brother, I like that when my mother, she likes rock