Writer(s): Music by Jelly Roll Morton, lyrics by Jon Hendriks
Popularized by Louis Armstrong
Gather roun’ ‘n hear my story ’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 – 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 ‘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 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
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.
(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 contagion Takin’ over Swing is ragin’ All over
(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.
(Background) 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.
(solo) 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
(Background) 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!