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Gather roun' 'n hear my
Oh boy
'Bout the when Jelly Roll was in town
(Stompin' it off, it off)
He heard a pianist

joy
Stompin' out music on an old upright
Here King
That was downright in a Scott Joplin way
(Here he comes, of the stomp)

Ol' Jelly the fella could play
Dig him
By the he heard his right hand say
(Now, gonna romp)
(There was no doubtin' the man could swing)

When Jelly demanded his name
Hail, King
Well, the man "Porter King"
(Dig 'I'm)

By
Well, lef' th' city, but he wrote
(Dig I'm)
Y' dig I'm

A rompin' ditty 'bout the
(Dig I'm)
Y' dig I'm
Who was "King O' The Stomp"
Porter sho' can stomp

wrote a ditty 'bout a fella who could romp
This is the "King Porter Stomp"

When stridin' hands are flyin'
An' all his are testifyin'
His two feet in ragged time
That's a feelin' is so sublime y' dig it?

He's so much excitement
Y' keep just what uptight meant
N' that's that fella named King
His style's the o' swing
(Well, well, well)
Oh, well, go on n' it

When Jelly heard Porter King
He declared he heard the heart an' soul of swing
A ragged kind o' romp
In between a and a stomp

Jelly heard, well, he really knew
Because he too
That Porter was a King, n' truly a stone king
Another thing, somethin' heard of

"Somethin' else" is the sort o'
A fella'd have t'use
If'e was describe
The way plays

There never was an never's be
Another strider as he
I know no other ear will ever another like it here

Who you
Dig them
See bunchin'
They

is poppin'
Hips're
Funk is
soulin'

Heat is
Folks're
Time is
Arms

contagion
Takin'
is ragin'
All

Hey, that
stomp knocked me outta my hat
Who's abusin' piano?
me his name, because he's boun' f' fame

'N how'd he figure such
Did he it here with I'm?
What kinda cat is Porter?
Plinkin' an' plunkin' that he calls a stomp

Everybody and gigglin'
Mercy, take a look at wigglin'
See the cutie in the
She's losin' her blues by stompin' her shoes

The folks are n' hoppin'
Dig how all the fingers're
Over there's a wild cat drunk
The be his bunk

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
keep on ballin' till we
Start fallin' through the floor

so natch'ral
You more?
git it

Porter, the King
He knows how to an' swing
That's Porter
of how to stomp

Outside the moon is
the joint is steamin'
Them can really, really party
All long

Porter's
Gits everybody
Then everybody knows one thing
king

Who's the absolute of stomp?
Porter
The rollicking of Romp?
King

The plunker
This o' the border?
Who? King Porter

Who is the King of the
Porter
An' constantly able to
King
An' who tickles ivories nobody livin'?
King Porter, he's the man

Unloosen yo'
(Unloosen yo' shoes)
Start payin' dues
(Start payin' dues)

Git o' them blues
Git shed o'
them blue, you don't shed 'em, you lose
Spend a
(Spend a quarter)

the order
(Give the order)
Mr.
Mister man git t' stompin'
'em git hot, git 'em rompin
The got t' dig King Porter