KING CREOLE

King Creole, Go!

There's a man in New Orleans

Who plays rock and 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

Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Hip-shaking King Creole (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 in his throat

He bends a string and that's all she wrote

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Hip-shaking King Creole (King Creole)

Well, he sings a song about a crawdad hole

He sings a song about a jelly roll

He sings a song about a-pork and greens

He sings some blues about New Orleans

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Hip-shaking King Creole (King Creole, go)

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He plays something evil, then he plays something sweet

No matter how he plays, you gotta get up on your feet

When he gets a rocking fever, baby, heaven sakes

He don't stop playing till his guitar breaks

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Hip-shaking King Creole

(King Creole, yeah, go)

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Hip-shaking King Creole (Creole, Creole, Creole)