The Classic lyrics

Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound

Well, the doctor told me, Carl you need no pills.
Yes, the doctor told me, boy, you don't need no pills.

Just a handful of nickels, the juke box will cure your ills.

Ain't no doubt about it, this must be love
One little kiss from you and I feel glad all over
Ooh baby, hot-dang-dilly, it's so silly but I'm glad all over
I got goose pimples baby, 'cause it feels so good
When you cuttle me like you do and I feel glad all over
Ooh mercy, I'm a real cool pappy and I'm happy
And I'm glad all over
Well your touch goes through me like electric fire

Well I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
I ain't got no matches, but I got a long way to go
I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home
I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home
Guess I'll never be happy, eveything I do is wrong, yeah

Well let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes