I was very young when I first heard this.
Didn't know what a Bayou was or a crawfish or New Orleans for that matter, and certainly didn't understand any sexual references or what a metaphor was; but I knew this was cool.
I had only just grown out of Elvis (Gene and Eddie had long since taken his crown for me if I'm honest) when he popped his clogs and Johnny came along. I remember my mum coming into my room to tell me Elvis had died, but he already had to me. Elvis had become all crap films and jump suits not spiky hair and straight Jackets. There was a big fifties revival in the 80s which manifested itself as souped up psychobilly, The Cramps, Stray Cats, Meteors, King Kurt, et al. And later 50's imagery was married with 60s soul for the Levis ads, leading to all sorts of horrors (The Pasendenas/Bros anyone?). As I grew older and further away from the those innocent first forays into Rock and Roll, iIts difficult to to remember when Elvis really was cool (as opposed to delightfully kitsch). But music would never be as pure to me as it was at the moment I first heard this. A side is Trouble and Young Dreams BTW
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