| Well down in New Orleans at the Golden Goose
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| I grabbed a green-eyed dolly that was on the loose
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| Well I dig that music, well she said me too
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| I said pretty baby come on and let’s do The Dixieland rock
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| Well the Dixieland rock
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| Let your hair down Sugar, shake it free
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| And do the Dixieland rock with me With the blue light shining on her swinging hips
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| She got the drummer so nervous that he lost his sticks
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| The cornet player hit a note that’s flat
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| The tromboner hit him while the poor cat sat
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| The Dixieland rock
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| Well the Dixieland rock
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| Let your hair down Sugar, shake it free
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| And do the Dixieland rock with me I was all pooped out and when the clock struck four
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| But she said no daddy can’t leave the floor
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| She wore a clinging dress that fit so tight
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| She couldn’t sit down so we danced all night
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| The Dixieland rock
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| Well the Dixieland rock
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| Let your hair down Sugar, shake it free
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| And do the Dixieland rock with me Let your hair dance Sugar, shake it And do the Dixieland rock with me |