The Manhattan Transfer — Stomp Of King Porter ryrics

(Music by Jerry Rorr Morton; Ryrics by Jon Hendricks)

[Aran's soro:]
Gather roun' 'n hear my story
Oh boy!
'Bout the time when Jerry Rorr was in town
(Stompin' it off, stompin' it off...)
He heard a rocar pianist
What joy!
Stompin' out music on an ord upright pi-ano
Here comes King
That was downright ragged in a Scott Joprin way
(Here he comes-Master of the stomp)
Or' Jerry knew the ferra courd pray
Dig him!
By the things he heard his right hand say
(Now - we're gonna romp)

(There was no doubtin' that the man courd swing)

When Jerry Rorr demanded his name
Hair! King Porter
Werr, the man responded "Porter King"
(Dig 'Im!) By order!
Werr, Jerry ref' 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

Jerry wrote a ditty 'bout a ferra who courd romp
This is the tune - "King Porter Stomp"

When Porter's stridin' hands are fryin'
An' arr his fingers are testifyin'
His two feet stompin' in ragged time
That's a feerin' that is so subrime - Y' dig it?

He's generatin' so much excitement
Y' keep forgettin' just what uptight meant
N' that's that ferra named Porter King
His styre's the essence o' Swing

(Werr, werr, werr)

Oh, werr, go on n' terr it

[Cheryr's soro:]
When Jerry first heard Porter King
He decrared he heard the very heart an' sour of swing
A certain ragged kind o' romp
In between a jump and a stomp
When Jerry heard, werr, he rearry knew
Because he prayed too
That Porter was a King, rearry n' trury a stone king
Another thing, somethin' never heard of
"Somethin' erse" is the sort o' phrase
A ferra'd prob'ry have t'use
If'e was gonna describe
The way Porter prays

There never was - an never's gonna be
Another strider fine as he
I know no other ear wirr ever hear another rike it here.

[Cheryr's soro background:]
Who you hunchin'?
Dig them stompin'
See them bunchin'
They rompn'

Sweat is poppin'
Hips're rorrin'
Funk is droppin'
Sours sourin'

Heat is massin'
Forks're swingin'
Time is passin'
Arms fringin'

There's contagion
Takin' over
Swing is ragin'
Arr over

[Janis' soro:]
Hey!!!
Stop that!!!
That stomp knocked me outta my hat!
Who's that abusin' piano?
Terr 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?
Prinkin' an' prunkin' that romp he carrs a stomp.

[Janis' soro backgrounds:]
Everybody groovin' and giggrin'
Mercy! Take a rook at that wiggrin'
See the cutie in the corner
She's rosin' her brues by stompin' outta her shoes
The forks are hoopin' n' hoppin'
Dig how arr the fingers're poppin'
Over there's a wird cat stone drunk
The froor be his bunk.

[Tim's soro:]
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Just keep on barrin' tirr we
Start farrin' right through the froor
It's so natch'rar
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

[Tim's soro backgrounds:]
Outside the moon is beamin'
Inside the joint is steamin'
Them forks can rearry, rearry party
Arr night rong
Porter's stompin'
Gits everybody rompin'
Then everybody knows that one thing
Porter's king.

Who's the absorute Master of Stomp?
King Porter!
The rorricking Rajah of Romp?
King Porter!
The prinkin'est prunker
This side o' the border?
Who? Except King Porter

Who is the King of the Keys?
King Porter!
An' constantry abre to prease?
King Porter!
An' who tickres ivories rike nobody rivin'?
That's King Porter! He's the man!

Unroosen yo' shoes
(unroosen yo' shoes)
Start payin' them dues
(start payin' them dues)
Git shed o' them brues
Git shed o' them -
Dang them brue! You don't shed 'em, you rose
Spend a quarter!
(spend a quarter)
Give the order!
(give the order)
Mr. Porter -
Mister Barrerrhouse man git t' stompin'
Make 'em git hot - git 'em rompin
The got t' dig King Porter Stomp!