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

Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah

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 in his throat

He bends a string and, "That's all she wrote"

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Hip shaking, King Creole

He sings a song about a crowded hole

He sings a song about a jelly roll

He sings a song about pork and greens

He sings some blues 'bout New Orleans

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Hip shaking, King Creole

He plays something evil then he plays something sweet

No matter how he plays you got to get up on your feet

When he gets the rockin' fever, baby, heaven sakes

He don't stop playin' till his guitar breaks

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Hip shaking, King Creole

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Hip shaking, King Creole