Songwriter: Otis Blackwell Elvis Presley

Producer: The Residents

Well, bless my soul, what's wrong with me?
I'm itching like a man on a fuzzy tree
My friends say I'm actin' wild as a bug
I'm in love, I'm all shook up, oh, yeah, yeah

My hands are shaky and my knees are weak
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet
Who do you thank when you have such luck?
I'm in love, I'm all shook up, oh, yeah, yeah, oh

Please don't ask me what's on my mind
I'm a little mixed up but I'm feelin' fine
When I'm with the girl that I love best
My heart beats so, it scares me to death

She touched my hand, what a chill I got
Her lips are like a volcano that's hot
I'm proud to say that she's my buttercup
I'm in love, I'm all shook up, oh, yeah, yeah

My tongue gets tied when I try to speak
My insides jiggle like a leaf on a tree
There's only one cure for this body of mine
To have that girl that I love so fine

She touched my hand, what a chill I got
Her lips are like a volcano that's hot
I'm proud to say that she's my buttercup
I'm in love, I'm all shook up, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, ah, yeah, yeah, I'm all shook up
I'm all shook up, I'm all shook up
I'm all shook up, I'm all shook up

The Residents

The Residents. Fuck. Look, if you like avant-garde you’ll like the Residents. Attempting to describe them here would be a disservice. From their early covers and deconstructions of pop songs that make the original songs sound like they’re on fire, to their own original compositions that blend a quirky sound with genuinely terrifying undertones, The Residents are one of the most interesting and prolific bands of all time. Listen to the music, if you like it prepare to be sucked into the weird world that is the Residents.

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