King Creole

King Creole, Go!
Theres a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
Hes 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 hes gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah
You know hes gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creole (King Creole)
When the king starts to do it, its 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 thats all she wrote
You know hes gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah
You know hes 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 hes gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah
You know hes 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 dont stop playing till his guitar breaks
You know hes gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah
You know hes gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creole
(King Creole, yeah, go)
You know hes gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creole (Creole, Creole, Creole)