(Blackwell/Presley)
Well, bless my soul. What's wrong with me?
I'm itchin' like a man on a fuzzy tree

My friends say I'm acting queer as a bug
I'm in love
I'm all shook up


My hands are shaking and my knees are week
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


Well, please don't ask me what's on my mind
I'm a little mixed up, but I'm feeling fine

When I'm with the girl that I love best
My heart beats so, and it scares me to death


She touches my hand and what a thrill 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


Well, bless my soul. What's wrong with me?
I'm itchin' like a man on a fuzzy tree
My friends say I'm acting queer as a bug

I'm in love
I'm all shook up