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 his feet like a ton of coal
He goes by the name of King Creole
You know he's gone, gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish on a pole
Yeah
You know he's gone, gone, gone
That hip-shaking King Creole
King Creole, King Creole
When the king starts to do it,
it's as good as done He holds his gifts tall like a tongue-weak gun
He starts to growl the way down in his throat He bends a string,
that's all she wrote
You know he's gone,
gone,
gone,
gone Jumping like a catfish on a pole
You know he's gone,
gone,
gone That hip-shaking King Creole
King Creole,
King Creole
He sings a song about a crawdad hole
He sings a song about a jelly roll
He sings a song about a pork and greens
He sings some blues about New Orleans
You know he's gone,
gone,
gone,
gone Jumping like a catfish on a pole
Yeah You know he's gone,
gone,
gone That hip-shaking King Creole
King Creole,
King Creole
He plays something evil and he plays something sweet
No matter how he plays,
you gotta get up on your feet
He stops a rock and for heaven's sakes He
don't stop playing till the guitar breaks
You know he's gone,
gone,
gone,
gone Jumping like a catfish on a pole
Oh yeah You know he's gone, gone, gone, gone
That hip-shaking King Creole King Creole,
King Creole
You know he's gone,
gone,
gone,
gone That hip-shaking King Creole
King Creole, King Creole