Verse 1 I still see that old lounge room, curtains faded in the sun, Mum cranking up the record player long before the day was done. The vinyl crackled like a fire, humming low beneath the tune, And our shadows danced together in the glare of the TV’s gloom. She’d smile and nod, “Alright now, follow me if you can,” And suddenly that humble room felt like a wonderland. Chorus Mum taught me how to rock and roll.... Slow and sweet, heart and soul. Watching our reflections in the TV’s shine, Her hand in mine keeping time. Those faded evenings made me whole.... Mum teaching me how to rock and roll. Verse 2 If I hopped too high, the needle jumped, A scratch across the song.... Mum would shake her head and laugh, “Don’t worry, love, keep moving along.” My little skirt would swirl around, Her arm a bridge I’d slip under, And every spin felt like a secret spell, A moment made of thunder. Chorus Mum taught me how to rock and roll.... Slow and sweet, heart and soul. Watching our reflections in the TV’s shine, Her hand in mine keeping time. Those faded evenings made me whole.... Mum teaching me how to rock and roll. Bridge And now that old house is quiet, But in my mind I press “play,” And hear her laughter echoing The same familiar way. Two girls in a world of our own, Bare feet on the floor, Dancing through a memory I carry evermore. Final Chorus Mum taught me how to rock and roll.... Not just the steps, but how to grow. Watching our reflections in the TV’s glow, Her guiding hand steady, soft, and slow. Good times live forever in my soul.... Mum teaching me how to rock and roll.
