Theres a man in New Orleans

Who plays rock and roll

Hes 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 hes gone gone gone

Jumpin like a catfish on a pole

You know hes gone gone gone

Hip shaking King Creole

When the king starts to do it

Its 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

Don't she rowue she rowues gone gone gone

Jumpin like a catfish on a pole

You know hes gone gone gone

Hip shaking King Creole

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

He some gone gone gone

He plays something evil

And she wills gone gone gone

Then he plays something sweet

He something in play

And we some pay

No matter what he plays

You got to get up on your feet

When he gets the rockin fever

Baby heaven sakes

He dont stop playin

Till his guitar breaks

She kowens gone gone gone

Something loves gone

She kowens gone gone gone

Thing kill

She kowens gone gone gone

And we dirk to kowen