Song lyrics King Creole by Elvis Presley

Thereīs a man in New Orleans
Who plays RockīnīRoll
Heīs 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 heīs gone, gone, gone
Jumpinī like a catfish on a pole
You know heīs gone, gone, gone
Hip shaking king creole

When the king starts to do it
Itīs 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 thats 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 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
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When he gets the rockinī fever
Baby, heaven sakes
He donīt stop playinī
till his guitar breaks