Из альбома: The Complete Sun Recordings 1955-1958

I love that hair, long an' black
Hangin' down to the middle of your back
Don't cut it off whatever you do
I need it to run my fingers through
'Cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar
Don't mean maybe,
My Little Wooly Booger

Got me a guitar, got a six strings
And a Guitar pick to make 'em ring
Every string's gotta note or two
that I'm gonna use to serenade you
'Cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar
You drive me crazy
My Little Wooly Booger

Got me a dollar that I saved
Saved it up for a rainy day
Everybody's callin' for bills that's due
But if they don't catch me, I'll spend it on you
'Cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar
Don't mean maybe,
My Little Wooly Booger


Well I had me a gal, she said she's mine
But she run around on me all the time
Now she's gone an' I'm glad we're through
'Cause I'm plum-goggle eyed over you
'Cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar
Drive me crazy Dont mean maybe, Drive me crazy
little Wooly Booger

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