| Song | Dixieland Rock |
| Artist | Elvis Presley |
| Album | King Creole |
| 作词 : Presley, Jordanaires | |
| Lyrics：Schroeder/Frank Music：Schroeder/Frank | |
| 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 Dixieland rock | |
| Well the 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 Dixieland rock | |
| Well the Dixieland rock | |
| Let your hair down Sugar, shake it free | |
| And do the Dixieland rock with me | |
| 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 Dixieland rock | |
| Well the 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 |
| zuò cí : Presley, Jordanaires | |
| Lyrics: Schroeder Frank Music: Schroeder Frank | |
| Well down in New Orleans at the Golden Goose | |
| I grabbed a greeneyed 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 Dixieland rock | |
| Well the 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 Dixieland rock | |
| Well the Dixieland rock | |
| Let your hair down Sugar, shake it free | |
| And do the Dixieland rock with me | |
| 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 Dixieland rock | |
| Well the 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 |