King Creole

King Creole, yo

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 (King Creole)
Jumping like a catfish on a pole (King Creole)
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creole (King Creole, King Creole)

And 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 King Creole
Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah King Creole
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creole (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 King Creole
Jumping like a catfish on a pole yeah King Creole
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creole (King Creole, King Creole)

(Yeah)
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 (King Creole)
Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah (King Creole)
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creole (King Creole, King Creole)

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creo-o-o-o-o-o-ole