Tytuł: King Creole

• Wykonawca: Elvis Presley
• Wyświetleń: 244

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