King Creole Letras

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"



Well, 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



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 his guitar breaks