King Creole.kar

There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays a rock an' 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 (ya).

You know he's gone, gone, gone,
That hip shakin' 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 (ya).

You know he's gone, gone, gone,
That hip shakin' 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 an' greens,
He sings some blues about New Orleans.

You know he's gone, gone, gone,
Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole (ya).

You know he's gone, gone, gone,
That hip shakin' King Creole.

[Music Interlude]

Well, he plays somethin' evil,
Then he plays somethin' 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'
'Til his guitar breaks.

You know he's gone, gone, gone,
Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole (ya).

You know he's gone, gone, gone,
That hip shakin' King Creole.

You know he's gone, gone, gone,
That hip shakin' King Creole.