King Creole

There's a man in New Orleans
Do the rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
With a ton of coal
He goes by the name of King Creole

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Beatin' like a catfish on a pole
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creole

Well, he starts to do it
And it's just begun
He moves his hips
Like a Tommy gun
He bends the words
From way down his throat
He bends a string
And that's all she wrote

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Beatin' like a catfish on a pole
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creole

Well, he sings a song about a crawdad show
He sings a song about a jelly roll
He sings a song about meat and greens
He sings some blues about New Orleans

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creole

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creole

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creole