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 to me too
I said,
pretty baby,
come on and let's do the Dixieland Rock
Well the Dixieland Rock,
Dixieland Rock Let your hands 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 trombone hit him when the poor cat sang Do the Dixieland Rock,
Dixieland Rock
Well the Dixieland Rock,
Dixieland Rock Let your hands shake it free and do the Dixieland
Rock with me
I
was all pooped out when the clock struck
four But she said no daddy can't leave the
floor She wore a clingin' dress that fit so tight
She couldn't sit down so we danced all night
Do the Dixieland Rock,
Dixieland Rock Well the Dixieland Rock,
Dixieland Rock
Let your hands shake it free and do the Dixieland Rock with me
Let your hands shake it free and do the Dixieland Rock with me
Dixieland, Dixieland, Dixieland Rock with me