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 goes by the name of King Creole. You know he's pole, you know he's 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 pole, you know he's Well he sings a song about a jelly roll. He wails some blues about New Orleans. You know he's pole, you know he's Well he plays something evil then, he plays something sweet. No matter what he plays, you got to get up on your feet. When hegets the rockin' fever, baby, heaven sakes, he don't stop playin' 'till the guitar breaks. You know he's pole, you know he's