Manhattan Transfer - Stomp Of King Porter Lyrics
Alans solo:Gather roun n hear my storyOh boy!bout the time when jelly roll was in town(stompin it off, stompin it off...)He heard a local pianistWhat joy!Stompin out music on an old upright pi-anoHere comes kingThat was downright ragged in a scott joplin way(here he comes-master of the stomp)Ol jelly knew the fella could playDig him!By the things he heard his right hand say(now - were gonna romp)(there was no doubtin that the man could swing)When jelly roll demanded his nameHail! king porterWell, the man responded porter king(dig im!) by order!Well, jelly lef th city, but he wrote(dig im!) y wanna dig imA rompin ditty bout the porter(dig im!) y gonna dig imWho was king o the stompPorter king sho can stompJelly wrote a ditty bout a fella who could rompThis is the tune - king porter stompWhen porters stridin hands are flyinAn all his fingers are testifyinHis two feet stompin in ragged timeThats a feelin that is so sublime - y dig it?Hes generatin so much excitementY keep forgettin just what uptight meantN thats that fella named porter kingHis styles the essence o swing(well, well, well)Oh, well, go on n tell itCheryls solo:When jelly first heard porter kingHe declared he heard the very heart an soul of swingA certain ragged kind o rompIn between a jump and a stompWhen jelly heard, well, he really knewBecause he played tooThat porter was a king, really n truly a stone kingAnother thing, somethin never heard ofSomethin else is the sort o phraseA fellad probly have tuseIfe was gonna describeThe way porter playsThere never was - an nevers gonna beAnother strider fine as heI know no other ear will ever hear another like it here.Cheryls solo background:Who you hunchin?Dig them stompinSee them bunchinThey rompnSweat is poppinHipsre rollinFunk is droppinSouls soulinHeat is massinFolksre swinginTime is passinArms flinginTheres contagionTakin overSwing is raginAll overJanis solo:Hey!!!Stop that!!!That stomp knocked me outta my hat!Whos that abusin piano?Tell me his name, because hes boun f famen howd he figure such rhythm?Did he bring it here with im?What kinda cat is king porter?Plinkin an plunkin that romp he calls a stomp.Janis solo backgrounds:Everybody groovin and gigglinMercy! take a look at that wigglinSee the cutie in the cornerShes losin her blues by stompin outta her shoesThe folks are hoopin n hoppinDig how all the fingersre poppinOver theres a wild cat stone drunkThe floor be his bunk.Tims solo:Stomp, stomp, stomp, stompJust keep on ballin till weStart fallin right through the floorIts so natchralYou want more?Come - git it!Porter - hes the king!He knows how to stomp an swing,Thats king porterMaster of how to stompTims solo backgrounds:Outside the moon is beaminInside the joint is steaminThem folks can really, really partyAll night longPorters stompinGits everybody rompinThen everybody knows that one thingPorters king.Whos the absolute master of stomp?King porter!The rollicking rajah of romp?King porter!The plinkinest plunkerThis side o the border?Who? except king porterWho is the king of the keys?King porter!An constantly able to please?King porter!An who tickles ivories like nobody livin?Thats king porter! hes the man!Unloosen yo shoes(unloosen yo shoes)Start payin them dues(start payin them dues)Git shed o them bluesGit shed o them -Dang them blue! you dont shed em, you loseSpend a quarter!(spend a quarter)Give the order!(give the order)Mr. porter -Mister barrellhouse man git t stompinMake em git hot - git em rompinThe got t dig king porter stomp!
