Stomp Of King Porter (LP Version) Lyrics
| Song | Stomp Of King Porter (LP Version) |
| Artist | The Manhattan Transfer |
| Album | Swing |
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| 作词 : Jon Hendricks/Jelly Roll Morton | |
| 作曲 : Jon Hendricks/Jelly Roll Morton | |
| Gather roun' 'n hear my story | |
| Oh boy! | |
| 'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town | |
| (Stompin' it off, stompin' it off...) | |
| He heard a local pianist | |
| What joy! | |
| Stompin' out music on an old upright pi-ano | |
| Here comes King | |
| That was downright ragged in a Scott Joplin way | |
| (Here he comes-Master of the stomp) | |
| Ol' Jelly knew the fella could play | |
| Dig him! | |
| By the things he heard his right hand say | |
| (Now - we're gonna romp) | |
| (There was no doubtin' that the man could swing) | |
| When Jelly Roll demanded his name | |
| Hail! King Porter | |
| Well, the man responded "Porter King" | |
| (Dig 'Im!) By order! | |
| Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote | |
| (Dig 'Im!) Y' wanna dig 'im | |
| A rompin' ditty 'bout the Porter | |
| (Dig 'Im!) Y' gonna dig 'im | |
| Who was "King O' The Stomp" | |
| Porter King sho' can stomp | |
| Jelly wrote a ditty 'bout a fella who could romp | |
| This is the tune - "King Porter Stomp" | |
| When Porter's stridin' hands are flyin' | |
| An' all his fingers are testifyin' | |
| His two feet stompin' in ragged time | |
| That's a feelin' that is so sublime - Y' dig it? | |
| He's generatin' so much excitement | |
| Y' keep forgettin' just what uptight meant | |
| N' that's that fella named Porter King | |
| His style's the essence o' Swing | |
| (Well, well, well) | |
| Oh, well, go on n' tell it | |
| When Jelly first heard Porter King | |
| He declared he heard the very heart an' soul of swing | |
| A certain ragged kind o' romp | |
| In between a jump and a stomp | |
| When Jelly heard, well, he really knew | |
| Because he played too | |
| That Porter was a King, really n' truly a stone king | |
| Another thing, somethin' never heard of | |
| "Somethin' else" is the sort o' phrase | |
| A fella'd prob'ly have t'use | |
| If'e was gonna describe | |
| The way Porter plays | |
| There never was - an never's gonna be | |
| Another strider fine as he | |
| I know no other ear will ever hear another like it here | |
| Who you hunchin'? | |
| Dig them stompin' | |
| See them bunchin' | |
| They rompn' | |
| Sweat is poppin' | |
| Hips're rollin' | |
| Funk is droppin' | |
| Souls soulin' | |
| Heat is massin' | |
| Folks're swingin' | |
| Time is passin' | |
| Arms flingin' | |
| There's contagion | |
| Takin' over | |
| Swing is ragin' | |
| All over | |
| Hey!!! | |
| Stop that!!! | |
| That stomp knocked me outta my hat! | |
| Who's that abusin' piano? | |
| Tell me his name, because he's boun' f' fame | |
| 'N how'd he figure such rhythm? | |
| Did he bring it here with 'im? | |
| What kinda cat is King Porter? | |
| Plinkin' an' plunkin' that romp he calls a stomp | |
| Everybody groovin' and gigglin' | |
| Mercy! Take a look at that wigglin' | |
| See the cutie in the corner | |
| She's losin' her blues by stompin' outta her shoes | |
| The folks are hoopin' n' hoppin' | |
| Dig how all the fingers're poppin' | |
| Over there's a wild cat stone drunk | |
| The floor be his bunk | |
| Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp | |
| Just keep on ballin' till we | |
| Start fallin' right through the floor | |
| It's so natch'ral | |
| You want more? | |
| Come - git it! | |
| Porter - he's the King! | |
| He knows how to stomp an' swing | |
| That's King Porter | |
| Master of how to stomp | |
| Outside the moon is beamin' | |
| Inside the joint is steamin' | |
| Them folks can really, really party | |
| All night long | |
| Porter's stompin' | |
| Gits everybody rompin' | |
| Then everybody knows that one thing | |
| Porter's king | |
| Who's the absolute Master of Stomp? | |
| King Porter! | |
| The rollicking Rajah of Romp? | |
| King Porter! | |
| The plinkin'est plunker | |
| This side o' the border? | |
| Who? Except King Porter | |
| Who is the King of the Keys? | |
| King Porter! | |
| An' constantly able to please? | |
| King Porter! | |
| An' who tickles ivories like nobody livin'? | |
| That's King Porter! He's the man! | |
| Unloosen yo' shoes | |
| (unloosen yo' shoes) | |
| Start payin' them dues | |
| (start payin' them dues) | |
| Git shed o' them blues | |
| Git shed o' them - | |
| Dang them blue! You don't shed 'em, you lose | |
| Spend a quarter! | |
| (spend a quarter) | |
| Give the order! | |
| (give the order) | |
| Mr. Porter - | |
| Mister Barrellhouse man git t' stompin' | |
| Make 'em git hot - git 'em rompin | |
| The got t' dig King Porter Stomp! |
| zuo ci : Jon Hendricks Jelly Roll Morton | |
| zuo qu : Jon Hendricks Jelly Roll Morton | |
| Gather roun' ' n hear my story | |
| Oh boy! | |
| ' Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town | |
| Stompin' it off, stompin' it off. . . | |
| He heard a local pianist | |
| What joy! | |
| Stompin' out music on an old upright pi-ano | |
| Here comes King | |
| That was downright ragged in a Scott Joplin way | |
| Here he comes-Master of the stomp | |
| Ol' Jelly knew the fella could play | |
| Dig him! | |
| By the things he heard his right hand say | |
| Now - we' re gonna romp | |
| There was no doubtin' that the man could swing | |
| When Jelly Roll demanded his name | |
| Hail! King Porter | |
| Well, the man responded " Porter King" | |
| Dig ' Im! By order! | |
| Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote | |
| Dig ' Im! Y' wanna dig ' im | |
| A rompin' ditty ' bout the Porter | |
| Dig ' Im! Y' gonna dig ' im | |
| Who was " King O' The Stomp" | |
| Porter King sho' can stomp | |
| Jelly wrote a ditty ' bout a fella who could romp | |
| This is the tune - " King Porter Stomp" | |
| When Porter' s stridin' hands are flyin' | |
| An' all his fingers are testifyin' | |
| His two feet stompin' in ragged time | |
| That' s a feelin' that is so sublime - Y' dig it? | |
| He' s generatin' so much excitement | |
| Y' keep forgettin' just what uptight meant | |
| N' that' s that fella named Porter King | |
| His style' s the essence o' Swing | |
| Well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, go on n' tell it | |
| When Jelly first heard Porter King | |
| He declared he heard the very heart an' soul of swing | |
| A certain ragged kind o' romp | |
| In between a jump and a stomp | |
| When Jelly heard, well, he really knew | |
| Because he played too | |
| That Porter was a King, really n' truly a stone king | |
| Another thing, somethin' never heard of | |
| " Somethin' else" is the sort o' phrase | |
| A fella' d prob' ly have t' use | |
| If' e was gonna describe | |
| The way Porter plays | |
| There never was - an never' s gonna be | |
| Another strider fine as he | |
| I know no other ear will ever hear another like it here | |
| Who you hunchin'? | |
| Dig them stompin' | |
| See them bunchin' | |
| They rompn' | |
| Sweat is poppin' | |
| Hips' re rollin' | |
| Funk is droppin' | |
| Souls soulin' | |
| Heat is massin' | |
| Folks' re swingin' | |
| Time is passin' | |
| Arms flingin' | |
| There' s contagion | |
| Takin' over | |
| Swing is ragin' | |
| All over | |
| Hey! ! ! | |
| Stop that! ! ! | |
| That stomp knocked me outta my hat! | |
| Who' s that abusin' piano? | |
| Tell me his name, because he' s boun' f' fame | |
| ' N how' d he figure such rhythm? | |
| Did he bring it here with ' im? | |
| What kinda cat is King Porter? | |
| Plinkin' an' plunkin' that romp he calls a stomp | |
| Everybody groovin' and gigglin' | |
| Mercy! Take a look at that wigglin' | |
| See the cutie in the corner | |
| She' s losin' her blues by stompin' outta her shoes | |
| The folks are hoopin' n' hoppin' | |
| Dig how all the fingers' re poppin' | |
| Over there' s a wild cat stone drunk | |
| The floor be his bunk | |
| Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp | |
| Just keep on ballin' till we | |
| Start fallin' right through the floor | |
| It' s so natch' ral | |
| You want more? | |
| Come - git it! | |
| Porter - he' s the King! | |
| He knows how to stomp an' swing | |
| That' s King Porter | |
| Master of how to stomp | |
| Outside the moon is beamin' | |
| Inside the joint is steamin' | |
| Them folks can really, really party | |
| All night long | |
| Porter' s stompin' | |
| Gits everybody rompin' | |
| Then everybody knows that one thing | |
| Porter' s king | |
| Who' s the absolute Master of Stomp? | |
| King Porter! | |
| The rollicking Rajah of Romp? | |
| King Porter! | |
| The plinkin' est plunker | |
| This side o' the border? | |
| Who? Except King Porter | |
| Who is the King of the Keys? | |
| King Porter! | |
| An' constantly able to please? | |
| King Porter! | |
| An' who tickles ivories like nobody livin'? | |
| That' s King Porter! He' s the man! | |
| Unloosen yo' shoes | |
| unloosen yo' shoes | |
| Start payin' them dues | |
| start payin' them dues | |
| Git shed o' them blues | |
| Git shed o' them - | |
| Dang them blue! You don' t shed ' em, you lose | |
| Spend a quarter! | |
| spend a quarter | |
| Give the order! | |
| give the order | |
| Mr. Porter - | |
| Mister Barrellhouse man git t' stompin' | |
| Make ' em git hot - git ' em rompin | |
| The got t' dig King Porter Stomp! |
| zuò cí : Jon Hendricks Jelly Roll Morton | |
| zuò qǔ : Jon Hendricks Jelly Roll Morton | |
| Gather roun' ' n hear my story | |
| Oh boy! | |
| ' Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town | |
| Stompin' it off, stompin' it off. . . | |
| He heard a local pianist | |
| What joy! | |
| Stompin' out music on an old upright pi-ano | |
| Here comes King | |
| That was downright ragged in a Scott Joplin way | |
| Here he comes-Master of the stomp | |
| Ol' Jelly knew the fella could play | |
| Dig him! | |
| By the things he heard his right hand say | |
| Now - we' re gonna romp | |
| There was no doubtin' that the man could swing | |
| When Jelly Roll demanded his name | |
| Hail! King Porter | |
| Well, the man responded " Porter King" | |
| Dig ' Im! By order! | |
| Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote | |
| Dig ' Im! Y' wanna dig ' im | |
| A rompin' ditty ' bout the Porter | |
| Dig ' Im! Y' gonna dig ' im | |
| Who was " King O' The Stomp" | |
| Porter King sho' can stomp | |
| Jelly wrote a ditty ' bout a fella who could romp | |
| This is the tune - " King Porter Stomp" | |
| When Porter' s stridin' hands are flyin' | |
| An' all his fingers are testifyin' | |
| His two feet stompin' in ragged time | |
| That' s a feelin' that is so sublime - Y' dig it? | |
| He' s generatin' so much excitement | |
| Y' keep forgettin' just what uptight meant | |
| N' that' s that fella named Porter King | |
| His style' s the essence o' Swing | |
| Well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, go on n' tell it | |
| When Jelly first heard Porter King | |
| He declared he heard the very heart an' soul of swing | |
| A certain ragged kind o' romp | |
| In between a jump and a stomp | |
| When Jelly heard, well, he really knew | |
| Because he played too | |
| That Porter was a King, really n' truly a stone king | |
| Another thing, somethin' never heard of | |
| " Somethin' else" is the sort o' phrase | |
| A fella' d prob' ly have t' use | |
| If' e was gonna describe | |
| The way Porter plays | |
| There never was - an never' s gonna be | |
| Another strider fine as he | |
| I know no other ear will ever hear another like it here | |
| Who you hunchin'? | |
| Dig them stompin' | |
| See them bunchin' | |
| They rompn' | |
| Sweat is poppin' | |
| Hips' re rollin' | |
| Funk is droppin' | |
| Souls soulin' | |
| Heat is massin' | |
| Folks' re swingin' | |
| Time is passin' | |
| Arms flingin' | |
| There' s contagion | |
| Takin' over | |
| Swing is ragin' | |
| All over | |
| Hey! ! ! | |
| Stop that! ! ! | |
| That stomp knocked me outta my hat! | |
| Who' s that abusin' piano? | |
| Tell me his name, because he' s boun' f' fame | |
| ' N how' d he figure such rhythm? | |
| Did he bring it here with ' im? | |
| What kinda cat is King Porter? | |
| Plinkin' an' plunkin' that romp he calls a stomp | |
| Everybody groovin' and gigglin' | |
| Mercy! Take a look at that wigglin' | |
| See the cutie in the corner | |
| She' s losin' her blues by stompin' outta her shoes | |
| The folks are hoopin' n' hoppin' | |
| Dig how all the fingers' re poppin' | |
| Over there' s a wild cat stone drunk | |
| The floor be his bunk | |
| Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp | |
| Just keep on ballin' till we | |
| Start fallin' right through the floor | |
| It' s so natch' ral | |
| You want more? | |
| Come - git it! | |
| Porter - he' s the King! | |
| He knows how to stomp an' swing | |
| That' s King Porter | |
| Master of how to stomp | |
| Outside the moon is beamin' | |
| Inside the joint is steamin' | |
| Them folks can really, really party | |
| All night long | |
| Porter' s stompin' | |
| Gits everybody rompin' | |
| Then everybody knows that one thing | |
| Porter' s king | |
| Who' s the absolute Master of Stomp? | |
| King Porter! | |
| The rollicking Rajah of Romp? | |
| King Porter! | |
| The plinkin' est plunker | |
| This side o' the border? | |
| Who? Except King Porter | |
| Who is the King of the Keys? | |
| King Porter! | |
| An' constantly able to please? | |
| King Porter! | |
| An' who tickles ivories like nobody livin'? | |
| That' s King Porter! He' s the man! | |
| Unloosen yo' shoes | |
| unloosen yo' shoes | |
| Start payin' them dues | |
| start payin' them dues | |
| Git shed o' them blues | |
| Git shed o' them - | |
| Dang them blue! You don' t shed ' em, you lose | |
| Spend a quarter! | |
| spend a quarter | |
| Give the order! | |
| give the order | |
| Mr. Porter - | |
| Mister Barrellhouse man git t' stompin' | |
| Make ' em git hot - git ' em rompin | |
| The got t' dig King Porter Stomp! |
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