Gather roun' 'n my story Oh boy the time when Jelly Roll was in town (Stompin' it off, it off) He heard a local
joy Stompin' out music on an old upright Here King That was ragged in a Scott Joplin way (Here he comes, of the stomp)
Ol' Jelly the fella could play Dig him By the things he heard his hand say (Now, we're romp) (There was no doubtin' that the man swing)
Jelly Roll demanded his name Hail, King Well, the man "Porter King" (Dig 'I'm)
By Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he (Dig I'm) Y' dig I'm
A rompin' 'bout the Porter (Dig I'm) Y' dig I'm Who was "King O' The Stomp" King sho' can stomp
Jelly wrote a ditty 'bout a fella who could This is the "King Porter Stomp"
When Porter's stridin' are flyin' An' all his fingers are His two feet in ragged time That's a feelin' that is so y' dig it?
He's so much excitement Y' keep forgettin' just what uptight N' that's that named Porter King His the essence o' swing (Well, well, well) Oh, well, go on n' it
When Jelly heard Porter King He declared he heard the very heart an' soul of A certain kind o' romp In between a and a stomp
Jelly heard, well, he really knew Because he too That Porter was a King, really n' truly a stone thing, somethin' never heard of
"Somethin' else" is the o' phrase A fella'd have t'use was gonna describe The way Porter
There was an never's gonna be Another strider as he I know no other ear will ever hear another like it
Who you Dig them See them rompn'
Sweat is rollin' Funk is soulin'
Heat is Folks're Time is flingin'
There's over Swing is All
Hey, that That knocked me outta my hat Who's abusin' piano? Tell me his name, because he's boun' f'
'N he figure such rhythm? Did he bring it here I'm? What kinda cat is King an' plunkin' that romp he calls a stomp
Everybody groovin' and Mercy, take a look at wigglin' See the in the corner She's losin' her blues by stompin' outta her
The are hoopin' n' hoppin' Dig how all the poppin' Over there's a wild cat drunk The floor be his
Stomp, stomp, stomp, Just keep on till we fallin' right through the floor
It's so You want git it
Porter, he's the He knows how to stomp an' That's King of how to stomp
Outside the is beamin' the joint is steamin' Them folks can really, really All long
stompin' Gits rompin' Then everybody that one thing Porter's
the absolute master of stomp? King The Rajah of Romp? King
The plunker This o' the border? Who? Except Porter
Who is the King of the Porter An' constantly able to King An' who tickles ivories like livin'? That's King Porter, the man
Unloosen yo' (Unloosen yo' shoes) Start payin' dues (Start payin' dues)
Git shed o' them Git o' them them blue, you don't shed 'em, you lose Spend a (Spend a quarter)
the order (Give the order) Mr. Barrellhouse man git t' stompin' Make 'em git hot, git 'em The got t' dig King stomp