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 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 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 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