Long haired, drug crazed rockers will associate this tune more with Areosmith than Bull Moose Jackson, whose risque 1952 original didn't get much airplay on AM Radio but sold quite a few records. This, in the dark days of repression, or so we've been told they were.
During the course of some witty repartee somewhere back down the page, some-time contributor NoStar mentioned it as his fave but was thwarted trying to link by the comment span filters.
Ahhh, the modern world of technology, frustrating NoStar but without which Jackson's Big Ten Inch Record (not written about TWC) would be relegated to the collections of guys like Bobby, who not only knew who played sax on any given obscure 1950's jazz LP, but could tell you when the guy committed suicide together with all the lurid details. Instead, whole new generations can experience something that for all intents and purpose was long dead and largely unremembered. Jesse Walker would approve.
For those with the icky filters, the vid is here.