King creole
(Orig. = Capo 3)
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, []hipshaking King Cre[]ole.[][]
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,
you know he's []gone, gone, gone, []hipshaking King Cre[]ole.[][]
Well he []sings a song about a crawdad hole. He []sings a song about a jelly roll.
He []sings a song about meat and greens. He []wails 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, []hipshaking King Cre[]ole.[][]
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 the guitar breaks.
You know he's []gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a []pole,
you know he's []gone, gone, gone, []hipshaking King Cre[]ole.[][]