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King Creole go |
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There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock and roll |
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He's a guitar man with a great big soul |
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He lays down a beat like a ton of coal |
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He goes by the name of King Creole |
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You know he's gone, gone, gone |
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Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah |
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You know he's gone, gone, gone |
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Hip shaking, King Creole |
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When the king starts to do it, it's as good as done |
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He holds his guitar like a tommy gun |
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He starts to growl from way down in his throat |
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He bends a string and, "That's all she wrote" |
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You know he's gone, gone, gone |
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Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah |
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You know he's gone, gone, gone |
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Hip shaking, King Creole |
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He sings a song about a crowded hole |
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He sings a song about a jelly roll |
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He sings a song about pork and greens |
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He sings some blues 'bout New Orleans |
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You know he's gone, gone, gone |
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Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah |
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You know he's gone, gone, gone |
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Hip shaking, King Creole |
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He plays something evil then he plays something sweet |
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No matter how he plays you got to get up on your feet |
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When he gets the rockin' fever, baby, heaven sakes |
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He don't stop playin' till his guitar breaks |
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You know he's gone, gone, gone |
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Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah |
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You know he's gone, gone, gone |
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Hip shaking, King Creole |
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You know he's gone, gone, gone |
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Hip shaking, King Creole |
