Gather roun' 'n hear my Oh boy 'Bout the time Jelly Roll was in town (Stompin' it off, it off) He a local pianist
joy Stompin' out music on an old piano Here King That was downright in a Scott Joplin way (Here he comes, of the stomp)
Ol' knew the fella could play Dig him By the he heard his right hand say (Now, we're romp) (There was no doubtin' that the man swing)
When Jelly Roll his name Hail, Porter Well, the man "Porter King" (Dig 'I'm)
By Well, Jelly 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" King sho' can stomp
Jelly wrote a ditty a fella who could romp This is the "King Porter Stomp"
When Porter's stridin' hands are An' all his fingers are His two feet stompin' in time That's a feelin' that is so y' dig it?
He's so much excitement Y' keep forgettin' just what meant N' that's that fella Porter King His the essence o' swing (Well, well, well) Oh, well, go on n' it
When Jelly first Porter King He declared he heard the very heart an' of swing A certain ragged kind o' In between a jump and a
When Jelly heard, well, he really he played too That Porter was a King, n' truly a stone king Another thing, somethin' never of
"Somethin' else" is the sort o' A fella'd have t'use If'e was describe The way Porter
There was an never's gonna be Another strider as he I know no other ear ever hear another like it here
Who you Dig them See them They
Sweat is Hips're is droppin' Souls
is massin' Folks're is passin' Arms
There's Takin' Swing is All
Hey, stop stomp knocked me outta my hat Who's that piano? Tell me his name, because boun' f' fame
'N how'd he figure rhythm? Did he bring it with I'm? kinda cat is King Porter? Plinkin' an' plunkin' romp he calls a stomp
groovin' and gigglin' Mercy, take a at that wigglin' See the in the corner She's her blues by stompin' outta her shoes
The folks are hoopin' n' Dig how all the fingers're Over a wild cat stone drunk The be his bunk
Stomp, stomp, stomp, keep on ballin' till we Start fallin' right the floor
so natch'ral You more? git it
Porter, he's the He knows how to an' swing That's Porter of how to stomp
Outside the moon is Inside the is steamin' Them can really, really party All night
Porter's Gits everybody Then knows that one thing king
Who's the absolute of stomp? Porter The Rajah of Romp? Porter
The plinkin'est side o' the border? Who? Except Porter
Who is the of the keys? King An' able to please? Porter An' who tickles ivories nobody livin'? That's Porter, he's the man
yo' shoes (Unloosen yo' shoes) Start them dues (Start payin' dues)
Git shed o' blues Git shed o' Dang them blue, you don't shed 'em, you Spend a (Spend a quarter)
Give the (Give the order) Mr. Barrellhouse man git t' stompin' Make 'em git hot, git 'em The got t' dig King Porter