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King Creole

Rei Crioulo

There's a man in New Orleans There's a man in New Orleans Há um homem em New Orleans Who plays rock and roll Who plays rock and roll Que toca rock e roll He's a guitar man He's a guitar man Ele é um guitarrista With a great big soul With a great big soul Com uma alma gigante He lays down a beat He lays down a beat A batida dele atinge Like a ton of coal Like a ton of coal Como uma tonelada de carvão He goes by the name of King Creole He goes by the name of King Creole Ele atende pelo nome de Rei Crioulo You know he's gone, gone, gone You know he's gone, gone, gone Você sabe, ele vai, vai, vai Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole Pulando como um peixe no anzol You know he's gone, gone, gone You know he's gone, gone, gone Você sabe, ele vai, vai, vai Hip shaking, King Creole Hip shaking, King Creole Aquele Rei Crioulo balançando os quadris When the king starts to do it When the king starts to do it Quando o rei começa a tocar It's as good as done It's as good as done Ele não para mais He holds his guitar He holds his guitar Ele segura sua guitarra like a tommy gun like a tommy gun Como uma metralhadora He starts to growl He starts to growl Ele começa a rugir From way down his throat From way down his throat Do fundo de sua garganta He bends a string He bends a string Ele puxa uma corda And that's all she wrote And that's all she wrote E é tudo que ele precisa Well, he sings a song about a crawdad hole Well, he sings a song about a crawdad hole Bem, ele canta uma canção sobre um buraco de caranguejo He sings a song about a jelly roll He sings a song about a jelly roll Ele canta uma canção sobre um rolinho de geleia He sings a song about pork and greens He sings a song about pork and greens Ele canta uma canção sobre carne e vegetais He wails some blues about New Orleans He wails some blues about New Orleans Ele canta um blues sobre New Orleans Well, he plays something evil Well, he plays something evil Bem, ele toca algo carregado Then he plays something sweet Then he plays something sweet E então ele toca algo doce No matter how he plays No matter how he plays Não importa o que ele toque You got to get up on your feet You got to get up on your feet Você precisa dançar When he gets the rockin' fever When he gets the rockin' fever Quando ele pega a febre do rock baby, heaven sakes baby, heaven sakes Garota, pelo amor de Deus He don't stop playin' He don't stop playin' Ele não para de tocar 'Till his guitar breaks 'Till his guitar breaks Até quebrar a guitarra

Composição: Jerry Leiber / Mike Stoller





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