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    these lyrics are submitted by as