There's a m an in New Orleans who plays Rock and Roll.
He's a g uitar man with a great big soul.
He l ays down a beat like a ton of coal. He g oes by the name of King Creole.
You know he's g one gone gone jumpin' like a catfish on a p ole
you know he's g one gone gone h ipshaking King Creo le.
When the k ing starts to do it it's as good as done.
He h olds his guitar like a tommy gun.
He s tarts to growl from 'way down in his throat.
He b ends a string and "that's all she wrote".
You know he's g one gone gone jumpin' like a catfish on a p ole
you know he's g one gone gone h ipshaking King Creo le.
Well he s ings a song about a crawdad hole. He s ings a song about a jelly roll.
He s ings a song about meat and greens. He w ails some blues about New Orleans.
You know he's g one gone gone jumpin' like a catfish on a p ole
you know he's g one gone gone h ipshaking King Creo le.
Well he p lays something evil then he plays something sweet.
No m atter what he plays you got to get up on your feet.
When heg ets the rockin' fever baby heaven sakes
he d on't stop playin' 'till the guitar breaks.
You know he's g one gone gone jumpin' like a catfish on a p ole
you know he's g one gone gone h ipshaking King Creo le.