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King Creole Like a catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone And a pack of chicken can't grill When the king starts to do it It's as good as done He holds his skin tall like a tommy gun He starts to growl with a head in his throat He bends a string and that's all she wrote You know he's gone, gone, gone Like a catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone And a pack of chicken can't grill He sings a song about a grown at home He sings a song about a jelly rhino He sings a song about a pork and greens He sings some blues by the New Orleans No, it's gone, gone, gone Jumping like a cat No, it's gone, gone, gone The pack of chicken king re-o Go! Oh, yeah. Here we go Yeah, go! Keep those gone Gone, gone Get safe, keep in Rio Rio, Rio, Rio, Rio