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
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
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 in 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, yeah
You know he's gone, gone, gone
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 'bout New Orleans
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah
You know he's gone, gone, gone
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
When he gets the rockin' fever, baby, heaven sakes
He don't stop playin' till 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
Hip shaking, King Creole
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hip shaking, King Creole