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"
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
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 'bout 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
...
Well, 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 the rockin' fever
baby, heaven sakes
He don't stop playin'
'Till his guitar breaks
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

Writer(s): MIKE STOLLER, JERRY LEIBER<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com