I Got Stung - Elvis Presley

Well down in New Orleans at the Golden Goose

I grabbed a green-eyed dolly that was on the loose

Well I dig that music, well she said me too

I said pretty baby come on and let’s do The Dixieland rock

Well the Dixieland rock

Let your hair down Sugar, shake it free

And do the Dixieland rock with me With the blue light shining on her swinging hips

She got the drummer so nervous that he lost his sticks

The cornet player hit a note that’s flat

The tromboner hit him while the poor cat sat

The Dixieland rock

Well the Dixieland rock

Let your hair down Sugar, shake it free

And do the Dixieland rock with me I was all pooped out and when the clock struck four

But she said no daddy can’t leave the floor

She wore a clinging dress that fit so tight

She couldn’t sit down so we danced all night

The Dixieland rock

Well the Dixieland rock

Let your hair down Sugar, shake it free

And do the Dixieland rock with me Let your hair dance Sugar, shake it And do the Dixieland rock with me