King Creole 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 Jumping 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 In His Throat He Bends A String And "That's All She Wrote" You Know He's Gone, Gone, Gone Jumping Like A Catfish On A Pole You Know He's Gone, Gone, Gone Hip Shaking King Creole Well, He Sings A Song About A Crawdad Hole He Sings A Song About A Jelly Roll He Sings A Song About Pork And Greens He Sings Some Blues About New Orleans You Know He's Gone, Gone, Gone Jumping Like A Catfish On A Pole Yeah You Know He's Gone, Gone, Gone Hip Shaking King Creole He Plays Something Evil Then He Plays Something Sweet No Matter How He Plays You Got To Get Up On Your Feet When He Gets A Rocking Fever Baby, Heaven Sakes He Don't Stop Playing 'till His Guitar Breaks You Know He's Gone, Gone, Gone Jumping Like A Catfish On A Pole You Know He's Gone, Gone, Gone Hip Shaking King Creole You Know He's Gone, Gone, Gone Hip Shaking King Creole