KING CREOLE
(Leiber - Stoller)
ELVIS PRESLEY (RCA EPA-4319, 1958)

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 Baby, it's as good as done
He holds his guitar like a tommy gun
He starts to growl from way down in 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 pork and greens
He sings some blues 'bout New Orleans

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole

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 the guitar breaks