Текст песни Manhattan Transfer - Stomp Of King Porter
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Alan`s solo: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 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 - we`re 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 Stomp"Porter King sho` can stompJelly wrote a ditty `bout a fella who could rompThis 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 timeThat`s a feelin` that is so sublime - Y` dig it?He`s generatin` so much excitementY` keep forgettin` just what uptight meantN` that`s that fella named Porter KingHis style`s the essence o` Swing(Well, well, well)Oh, well, go on n` tell itCheryl`s solo:When Jelly first heard Porter KingHe declared he heard the very heart an` soul of swingA certain ragged kind o` romp in 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 of"Somethin` else" is the sort o` phraseA fella`d prob`ly have t`useif`e was gonna describethe way Porter playsThere never was - an never`s gonna beanother strider fine as heI know no other ear will ever hear another like it here.Cheryl`s solo background: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 contagionTakin` overSwing is ragin`All overJanis` solo: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 `im?What kinda cat is King Porter?Plinkin` an` plunkin` that romp he calls a stomp.Janis` solo backgrounds:Everybody groovin` and gigglin`Mercy! Take a look at that wigglin`See the cutie in the cornerShe`s losin` her blues by stompin` outta her shoesThe folks are hoopin` n` hoppin`Dig how all the fingers`re poppin`Over there`s a wild cat stone drunkThe floor be his bunk.Tim`s solo:Stomp, stomp, stomp, stompJust keep on ballin` till westart fallin` right through the floorIt`s so natch`ralYou want more?Come - git it!Porter - he`s the King!He knows how to stomp an` swing,That`s King PorterMaster of how to stompTim`s solo backgrounds:Outside the moon is beamin`Inside the joint is steamin`Them folks can really, really partyAll night longPorter`s stompin`Gits everybody rompin`Then everybody knows that one thingPorter`s king.Who`s the absolute Master of Stomp?King Porter!The rollicking Rajah of Romp?King Porter!The plinkin`est 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`?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 bluesGit shed o` them -Dang them blue! You don`t shed `em, you loseSpend 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 rompinThe got t` dig King Porter Stomp!