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.