King Creole

(King Creole, go!)

There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock'n'roll

He's a guitar man with a great big soul

And 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

And hip shaking King Creole

(King Creole, 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 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

And hip shaking King Creole

(King Creole, 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 about New Orleans

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah

You know he's gone, gone, gone

And hip shaking King Creole

(King Creole, go!)

(Yeah!)

He plays something evil then he plays something sweet

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

And 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, yeah

You know he's gone, gone, gone

And hip shaking King Creole

(King Creole, yeah, go!)

You know he's gone, gone, gone

Hip shaking King Creole

(Creole, Creole, Creole, Creole)