Le King.

2 décembre 2007

« Le disque du dimanche pourrait un être un simple ». C’est ce que pensait Blog Up en trempant son croissant dans son café. Blog Up y pensait encore en descendant à la gym et en montant sur le cardio trainer, option fat Burner Plus. Son Ipod sur les oreilles, Blog Up avala les 25 minutes du programme sans trop y penser, mais l’idée lui revint en prenant sa douche. Gel douche Palmolive Aromathérapie parfum anti-stress, shampooing H&S normal, soin du visage au charbon actif de Origins for Men. Une fois sec et habillé de son short kaki British India et d’une chemise en lin, Blog Up se dirigea vers sa platine, pris un 45T de sa pile de disque et…

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There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He goes by the name of King Creole

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hip shaking King Creole

When the king starts to do it
It's as good as done
He holds his guitar
like a Tommy gun
He starts to growl
From way down his throat
He bends a string
And "that's all she wrote"

Well, he sings a song about a crawdad hole
He sings a song about a jelly roll
He sings a song about pork and greens
He sings some blues about New Orleans

Well, he plays something evil
Then he plays something sweet
No matter how he plays
You got to get up on your feet
When he gets the rockin' fever
baby, heaven sakes
He don't stop playin'
'Till his guitar breaks

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