| There’s a man in New Orleans |
| Do the rock and roll |
| He’s a guitar man |
| With a great big soul |
| He lays down a beat |
| With a ton of coal |
| He goes by the name of King Creole |
| You know he’s gone, gone, gone |
| Beatin' like a catfish on a pole |
| You know he’s gone, gone, gone |
| Hip-shaking King Creole |
| Well, he starts to do it |
| And it’s just begun |
| He moves his hips |
| Like a Tommy gun |
| He bends the words |
| From way down his throat |
| He bends a string |
| And that’s all she wrote |
| You know he’s gone, gone, gone |
| Beatin' like a catfish on a pole |
| You know he’s gone, gone, gone |
| Hip-shaking King Creole |
| Well, he sings a song about a crawdad show |
| He sings a song about a jelly roll |
| He sings a song about meat and greens |
| He sings some blues about New Orleans |
| 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 |
| You know he’s gone, gone, gone |
| Hip-shaking King Creole |
| You know he’s gone, gone, gone |
| Hip-shaking King Creole |