Stomp Of King Porter Lyrics - Manhattan Transfer

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