Gather roun' 'n hear my story   Oh boy   'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town   (Stompin' it off, stompin' it off)   He heard a local pianist      What joy   Stompin' out music on an old upright piano   Here comes King   That was downright ragged in a Scott Joplin way   (Here he comes, master of the stomp)      Ol' Jelly knew the fella could play   Dig him   By the things he heard his right hand say   (Now, we're gonna romp)   (There was no doubtin' that the man could swing)      When Jelly Roll demanded his name   Hail, King Porter   Well, the man responded "Porter King"   (Dig 'I'm)      By order   Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote   (Dig I'm)   Y' wanna dig I'm      A rompin' ditty 'bout the Porter   (Dig I'm)   Y' gonna dig I'm   Who was "King O' The Stomp"   Porter King sho' can stomp      Jelly wrote a ditty 'bout a fella who could romp   This is the tune "King Porter Stomp"      When Porter's stridin' hands are flyin'   An' all his fingers are testifyin'   His two feet stompin' in ragged time   That's a feelin' that is so sublime y' dig it?      He's generatin' so much excitement   Y' keep forgettin' just what uptight meant   N' that's that fella named Porter King   His style's the essence o' swing   (Well, well, well)   Oh, well, go on n' tell it      When Jelly first heard Porter King   He declared he heard the very heart an' soul of swing   A certain ragged kind o' romp   In between a jump and a stomp      When Jelly heard, well, he really knew   Because he played too   That Porter was a King, really n' truly a stone king   Another thing, somethin' never heard of      "Somethin' else" is the sort o' phrase   A fella'd prob'ly have t'use   If'e was gonna describe   The way Porter plays      There never was an never's gonna be   Another strider fine as he   I know no other ear will ever hear another like it here      Who you hunchin'?   Dig them stompin'   See them bunchin'   They rompn'      Sweat is poppin'   Hips're rollin'   Funk is droppin'   Souls soulin'      Heat is massin'   Folks're swingin'   Time is passin'   Arms flingin'      There's contagion   Takin' over   Swing is ragin'   All over      Hey, stop that   That stomp knocked me outta my hat   Who's that abusin' piano?   Tell me his name, because he's boun' f' fame      'N how'd he figure such rhythm?   Did he bring it here with I'm?   What kinda cat is King Porter?   Plinkin' an' plunkin' that romp he calls a stomp      Everybody groovin' and gigglin'   Mercy, take a look at that wigglin'   See the cutie in the corner   She's losin' her blues by stompin' outta her shoes      The folks are hoopin' n' hoppin'   Dig how all the fingers're poppin'   Over there's a wild cat stone drunk   The floor be his bunk      Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp   Just keep on ballin' till we   Start fallin' right through the floor      It's so natch'ral   You want more?   Come git it      Porter, he's the King   He knows how to stomp an' swing   That's King Porter   Master of how to stomp      Outside the moon is beamin'   Inside the joint is steamin'   Them folks can really, really party   All night long      Porter's stompin'   Gits everybody rompin'   Then everybody knows that one thing   Porter's king      Who's the absolute master of stomp?   King Porter   The rollicking Rajah of Romp?   King Porter      The plinkin'est plunker   This side o' the border?   Who? Except King Porter      Who is the King of the keys?   King Porter   An' constantly able to please?   King Porter   An' who tickles ivories like nobody livin'?   That's King Porter, he's the man      Unloosen yo' shoes   (Unloosen yo' shoes)   Start payin' them dues   (Start payin' them dues)      Git shed o' them blues   Git shed o' them   Dang them blue, you don't shed 'em, you lose   Spend a quarter   (Spend a quarter)      Give the order   (Give the order)   Mr. Porter   Mister Barrellhouse man git t' stompin'   Make 'em git hot, git 'em rompin   The got t' dig King Porter stomp