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'
'Til his guitar breaks
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Chicks, kicks, cats, cool, yeah school!
Yeah, yeah, yeah I go a swingin' school
Where the chicks are kicks and the cats are cool.
Well we dance the greatest and we dress the latest
Wo, wo, wo I go a swingin' school.
Ah, Bobby Ah! Uh huh! Everythings cool, thats cool
We're glad you go to a swingin' school.
My little chick is my heart's desire
Well the way we kiss it puts the school on fire.
Ah chicks, kicks, cats, cool, yeah school!
Yeah yeah yeah wail!
After school we have to rendezvous
Gonna plan all the things that we're gonna do.
Trade bookin' for cookin' and I'll quit my lookin'
When our days at the school are through.
Ah, Bobby Ah! Ah hah! Everythings cool, thats cool
We're glad you go to a swingin' school.
We live and love by the golden rule
We're gonna settle down at a swingin' school.
Well have a house and car, a swimmin' pool
Wo, wo, wo I go a swingin' school.
I said a wo, wo, wo I go a swingin' school.
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