Elvis Presley (Cirque du Soleil) — King Creole (Viva Elvis) | караоке, минус + текст песни

Beyond. The USSR. Oh, yeah. Uh. Hey. Come on. There's a man in New Orleans. There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock 'n' roll. He's a guitar man with a great big soul. He lays down a beat like the tonic gold. He goes by the name of King Creole. You know he's gone, gone, gone. Jump like a catfish on a pole. Yeah. You know he's gone, gone, gone. The Shakin' King Creole. Oh, 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 way down in his throat. He bends a string and that song she wrote. You know he's gone, gone, gone. Jump like a catfish on a pole. You know he's gone, gone, gone. The Shakin' King Creole. He sings a song about a broad at home. He sings a song about a jelly roll. He sings a song about a pork and beans. Come on. He sings some blues about New Orleans. You know he's gone, gone, gone. Jumpin' like catfish on a pole, yeah. You know he's gone, gone, gone. The Shakin' King Creole. Uh. He bends a string and that song she wrote. He don't stop playing 'til the guitar breaks. Hey. Woo. Uh. Come on. You get the lead out of your shoes and I put it down, I put it down well. Jump like a catfish on a pole. And I caught a dreadful ambition to walk again. Jump like a catfish on a pole. He plays something evil and he plays something sweet. No matter how he plays, you gotta get up on your feet. Get up on your feet. He stops rocking, fever heaven sakes. He don't stop playing 'til his guitar breaks. You know he's gone, gone, gone. Jumpin' like catfish on a pole, yeah. You know he's gone, gone, gone. The Shakin' King Creole. Uh. Breaks. USSR.