Look at those teeth. That's how I like my rockabilly singers' teeth to look.
So much to like about this song! Stupid lyrics, great attitood filled whiny rockabilly voice, boss Mickey Baker guitar licks, drums that stomp stomp stomp without thinking about the meaning of life too much, the way he sounds like he's kind of losing it and about to cry on the fadeout.
It came out on a Bear Family LP in the 80s and on a rev-o-la Cd a few years back, but please won't somebody press up a nice 45 for us tragics out there?