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 rock (the rock)
(Dixieland rock)
Well the Dixieland rock
(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 rock (the rock)
(Dixieland rock)
Well the Dixieland rock
(Dixieland rock)
Let your hair
Down sugar shake it free
And do the Dixieland rock with me
Ah ah ah

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 rock (the rock)
(Dixieland rock)
Well the Dixieland rock
(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
(Dixieland, dixieland, dixieland rock with me)