| Song | King Creole |
| Artist | Chicros |
| Album | Sour Sick Soul (Japanese Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Philippe Monthaye Mathieu Cesarsky | |
| 作曲 : Philippe Monthaye Mathieu Cesarsky | |
| KING CREOLE | |
| There's a king, in New-Orleans, | |
| Playing guitar like a Tommy gun, | |
| Oh yeah. | |
| Remeber the days, when he drove fast | |
| cars, | |
| Soaring his dope, now for where the good | |
| Times are. | |
| Fooling around with a nasty crowd, | |
| Well he just don't care, cos he only dares, to | |
| drink alone tonight. | |
| Oh yeah, alright. | |
| He lost himself in a dead-end street, | |
| Nodody really liked him in New-orleans. | |
| There was a king, in New-Orleans, | |
| Playing guitar like a son of a gun, oh yeah. |
| zuo ci : Philippe Monthaye Mathieu Cesarsky | |
| zuo qu : Philippe Monthaye Mathieu Cesarsky | |
| KING CREOLE | |
| There' s a king, in New-Orleans, | |
| Playing guitar like a Tommy gun, | |
| Oh yeah. | |
| Remeber the days, when he drove fast | |
| cars, | |
| Soaring his dope, now for where the good | |
| Times are. | |
| Fooling around with a nasty crowd, | |
| Well he just don' t care, cos he only dares, to | |
| drink alone tonight. | |
| Oh yeah, alright. | |
| He lost himself in a dead-end street, | |
| Nodody really liked him in New-orleans. | |
| There was a king, in New-Orleans, | |
| Playing guitar like a son of a gun, oh yeah. |
| zuò cí : Philippe Monthaye Mathieu Cesarsky | |
| zuò qǔ : Philippe Monthaye Mathieu Cesarsky | |
| KING CREOLE | |
| There' s a king, in New-Orleans, | |
| Playing guitar like a Tommy gun, | |
| Oh yeah. | |
| Remeber the days, when he drove fast | |
| cars, | |
| Soaring his dope, now for where the good | |
| Times are. | |
| Fooling around with a nasty crowd, | |
| Well he just don' t care, cos he only dares, to | |
| drink alone tonight. | |
| Oh yeah, alright. | |
| He lost himself in a dead-end street, | |
| Nodody really liked him in New-orleans. | |
| There was a king, in New-Orleans, | |
| Playing guitar like a son of a gun, oh yeah. |