There's a man in New Orleans
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
When the king starts to do it
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
Then he plays something sweet
You got to get up on your feet
When he gets the rockin fever
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