King Creole - Elvis Presley, The Jordanaires

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

Jumping 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 in his throat

He bends a string

And «that's all she wrote»

You know he’s gone, gone, gone

Jumping 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 hole

He sings a song about a jelly roll

He sings a song about pork and greens

He sings some blues about New Orleans

You know he’s gone, gone, gone

Jumping 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 a rocking fever

Baby, heaven sakes

He don’t stop playing

'Till his guitar breaks

You know he’s gone, gone, gone

Jumping 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