Текст песни King Creole - Elvis Presley

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 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 his throat He bends a string And "that's all she wrote"
Well, he sings a song about a crowded
Hole
He sings a song about a jelly roll
He sings a song about meat and greens
He wails some blues about New
Orleans
Well, he plays something evil Then he plays something
Sweet No matter what 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