KING CREOLE

King Creole, Go! There's a man in New Orleans who plays a rock'n roll He's a guitar man with a great big soul He lays down the beat like a ton of coal He goes by the name of King Creole You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Like a hip shakin' King Creole When the king stars to do it it's as good as done He holds his his guitar like a tommy gun He starts to groan way down in his throat He bends a string and that's all she wrote You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Like a hip shakin' King Creole He sings a song about a crawded hole He sings a song about a jelly roll He sings a song about a pork'n greens He sings some blues about New Orleans You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Like a hip shakin' King Creole You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Like a hip shakin' King Creole