Stomp Of King Porter

Alans 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 pianist
What joy!
Stompin out music on an old upright pi-ano
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 - were 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 im!) by order!
Well, jelly lef th city, but he wrote
(dig im!) y wanna dig im
A rompin ditty bout the porter
(dig im!) y gonna dig im
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 porters stridin hands are flyin
An all his fingers are testifyin
His two feet stompin in ragged time
Thats a feelin that is so sublime - y dig it?

Hes generatin so much excitement
Y keep forgettin just what uptight meant
N thats that fella named porter king
His styles the essence o swing

(well, well, well)

Oh, well, go on n tell it

Cheryls solo:
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 fellad probly have tuse
Ife was gonna describe
The way porter plays

There never was - an nevers gonna be
Another strider fine as he
I know no other ear will ever hear another like it here.

Cheryls solo background:
Who you hunchin?
Dig them stompin
See them bunchin
They rompn

Sweat is poppin
Hipsre rollin
Funk is droppin
Souls soulin

Heat is massin
Folksre swingin
Time is passin
Arms flingin

Theres contagion
Takin over
Swing is ragin
All over

Janis solo:
Hey!!!
Stop that!!!
That stomp knocked me outta my hat!
Whos that abusin piano?
Tell me his name, because hes boun f fame
n howd 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 corner
Shes losin her blues by stompin outta her shoes
The folks are hoopin n hoppin
Dig how all the fingersre poppin
Over theres a wild cat stone drunk
The floor be his bunk.

Tims solo:
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Just keep on ballin till we
Start fallin right through the floor
Its so natchral
You want more?
Come - git it!

Porter - hes the king!
He knows how to stomp an swing,
Thats king porter
Master of how to stomp

Tims solo backgrounds:
Outside the moon is beamin
Inside the joint is steamin
Them folks can really, really party
All night long
Porters stompin
Gits everybody rompin
Then everybody knows that one thing
Porters king.

Whos the absolute master of stomp?
King porter!
The rollicking rajah of romp?
King porter!
The plinkinest 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?
Thats king porter! hes 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 dont 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!