King Creole

King Creole, go There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock and 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 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 You know he's gone, gone, gone And hip shaking 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 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 You know he's gone, gone, gone Hip shaking King Creole