Stomp Of King Porter

Gather roun' 'n hear my story

Oh boy

'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town

(Stompin' it off, stompin' it off)

He heard a local pianist

What joy

Stompin' out music on an old upright piano

Here comes King

That was downright ragged in a Scott Joplin way

(Here he comes, master of the stomp)

Ol' Jelly knew the fella could play

Dig him

By the things he heard his right hand say

(Now, we're gonna romp)

(There was no doubtin' that the man could swing)

When Jelly Roll demanded his name

Hail, King Porter

Well, the man responded "Porter King"

(Dig 'I'm)

By order

Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote

(Dig I'm)

Y' wanna dig I'm

A rompin' ditty 'bout the Porter

(Dig I'm)

Y' gonna dig I'm

Who was "King O' The Stomp"

Porter King sho' can stomp

Jelly wrote a ditty 'bout a fella who could romp

This is the tune "King Porter Stomp"

When Porter's stridin' hands are flyin'

An' all his fingers are testifyin'

His two feet stompin' in ragged time

That's a feelin' that is so sublime y' dig it?

He's generatin' so much excitement

Y' keep forgettin' just what uptight meant

N' that's that fella named Porter King

His style's the essence o' swing

(Well, well, well)

Oh, well, go on n' tell it

When Jelly first heard Porter King

He declared he heard the very heart an' soul of swing

A certain ragged kind o' romp

In between a jump and a stomp

When Jelly heard, well, he really knew

Because he played too

That Porter was a King, really n' truly a stone king

Another thing, somethin' never heard of

"Somethin' else" is the sort o' phrase

A fella'd prob'ly have t'use

If'e was gonna describe

The way Porter plays

There never was an never's gonna be

Another strider fine as he

I know no other ear will ever hear another like it here

Who you hunchin'?

Dig them stompin'

See them bunchin'

They rompn'

Sweat is poppin'

Hips're rollin'

Funk is droppin'

Souls soulin'

Heat is massin'

Folks're swingin'

Time is passin'

Arms flingin'

There's contagion

Takin' over

Swing is ragin'

All over

Hey, stop that

That stomp knocked me outta my hat

Who's that abusin' piano?

Tell me his name, because he's boun' f' fame

'N how'd he figure such rhythm?

Did he bring it here with I'm?

What kinda cat is King Porter?

Plinkin' an' plunkin' that romp he calls a stomp

Everybody groovin' and gigglin'

Mercy, take a look at that wigglin'

See the cutie in the corner

She's losin' her blues by stompin' outta her shoes

The folks are hoopin' n' hoppin'

Dig how all the fingers're poppin'

Over there's a wild cat stone drunk

The floor be his bunk

Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp

Just keep on ballin' till we

Start fallin' right through the floor

It's so natch'ral

You want more?

Come git it

Porter, he's the King

He knows how to stomp an' swing

That's King Porter

Master of how to stomp

Outside the moon is beamin'

Inside the joint is steamin'

Them folks can really, really party

All night long

Porter's stompin'

Gits everybody rompin'

Then everybody knows that one thing

Porter's king

Who's the absolute master of stomp?

King Porter

The rollicking Rajah of Romp?

King Porter

The plinkin'est plunker

This side o' the border?

Who? Except King Porter

Who is the King of the keys?

King Porter

An' constantly able to please?

King Porter

An' who tickles ivories like nobody livin'?

That's King Porter, he's the man

Unloosen yo' shoes

(Unloosen yo' shoes)

Start payin' them dues

(Start payin' them dues)

Git shed o' them blues

Git shed o' them

Dang them blue, you don't shed 'em, you lose

Spend a quarter

(Spend a quarter)

Give the order

(Give the order)

Mr. Porter

Mister Barrellhouse man git t' stompin'

Make 'em git hot, git 'em rompin

The got t' dig King Porter stomp