Tekst piosenki
Jailhouse Rocker roots training down in Memphis.
Liverpool Johnny rocks out round Paul's place.
Seconds away as the rhythm comes down.
King faces King in the ring for the crown.
King rocker! King rocker! (Rock rock rock!)
King Kong.
King Kong...
Elvis from the body shakes from the hipbone.
Quarry St. kids in leather take Hamburg.
Creole was sharp but his guitar was acoustic.
Go Johnny go use your electric.
Crazy man, crazy...
King rocker! King rocker! (Rock rock rock!)
King Kong.
King Kong.
King Kong.
King Kong...
King rocker! King rocker! (Rock rock rock!)
King Kong...
(Round three) Ali buzzin like a bee,
Elvis in the corner and you won't catch me!
(Round four) Johnny looking poor,
gotta find a hit gotta even up the score!
(Round five) Some jive, Elvis took a dive,
waiting for the towel more dead than alive!
(Round six, seven, eight, nine, ten)
Ref stops the fight with the men on forty two.
For a rematch in heaven.
If they ever come through.
Got to see this fight right through until the last round.
Follow the man whose putting out the boss sound.
King rocker! King rocker! (Rock rock rock!)
King Kong.
King Kong.
King Kong.
King Kong...
King rocker! King rocker! (Rock rock rock!)
King Kong.
King Kong.
King Kong.
King Kong...
