King Creole

There’s a man in New Orleans
who plays the rock’n’roll.
He’s a guitar man
with a great big soul,
he lays down a beat
like a ton of coal.
He goes by the name of King Creole.

You know he’s gone, gone, gone
jumpin’ like a catfish on the pole.
You know he’s gone, gone, gone
Hip shaking King Creole

When the king starts to do it
it’s as good as done.
He holds his guitar
like a tommy gun.
He starts to growl
from way down his throat.
He bends a string
and ‘that’s all she wrote’.

You know he’s gone, gone, gone
jumpin’ like a catfish on the pole.
You know he’s gone, gone, gone
Hip shaking King Creole

Well, he sings a song about a crowed hole
he sings a song about a jelly roll.
He sings a song about pork and greens.
He sings some blues about New Orleans.

You know he’s gone, gone, gone
jumpin’ like a catfish on the pole.
You know he’s gone, gone, gone
Hip shaking King Creole

Well, he plays something evil
Then he plays something sweet.
No matter what he plays
You got to get up on your feet.

You know he’s gone, gone, gone
jumpin’ like a catfish on the pole.
You know he’s gone, gone, gone
Hip shaking King Creole

When you get the rockin’fever
Baby, heaven sakes
He don’t stop playin’
‘till his guitar breaks.