King creole

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 you know he’s gone gone gone hipshaking 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 you know he’s gone gone gone hipshaking King Creole.   Well he sings a song about a crawdad hole. He sings a song about a jelly roll. He sings a song about meat and greens. He wails some blues about New Orleans. You know he’s gone gone gone jumpin’ like a catfish on a pole you know he’s gone gone gone hipshaking King Creole.   Well he plays something evil then he plays something sweet. No matter what he plays you got to get up on your feet. When hegets the rockin’ fever baby heaven sakes he don’t stop playin’ ’till the guitar breaks. You know he’s gone gone gone jumpin’ like a catfish on a pole you know he’s gone gone gone hipshaking King Creole.