There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a gitaar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He goes door the name of King Creole


u know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole
u 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 crawdad hole
He sings a song about a gelei roll
He sings a song about pork and greens
He wails some blues about New Orleans


Well, he plays something evil
Then he plays something sweet
No matter how he plays
u got to get up on your feet
When he gets the rockin' fever
baby, heaven sakes
He don't stop playin'
'Till his gitaar breaks