Don't Try To Lay No Boogie-Woogie On the King of Rock and Roll (Remastered Version)

(SPOKEN) You know, I remember A few years ago Some funny things Used to happen to me About 1956-57 At that time there was No blues scene or not really Any kind of scene in London I used to go out and play My guitar in the streets And sing things with Passing my hat down I remember one particular night I was playing the guitar In a little alleyway just off Of Wardour Street in Soho And I got busted by the police This policeman come up and Dragged me and my guitar And my hat full of pennies Off to the police station Anyway, the next day I had to appear in Marlboro Street Police Court And it was quite a day Police officer Giving his evidence I was proceeding in a Southernly direction, milord When I heard strange sounds coming From Wardour Place, milord A sort of boogie woogie Music was being played On further investigation, I saw The defendent standing there With a guitar and an Old hat on the floor Collecting pennies Well, I decided that he Was contravening a breach Of the peace there as there was A traffic jam about five miles Long down Wardour Street Wondering what all the fuss was about So then I arrested the defendent Ah, just one moment, officer Well, what is this boogie woogie music Here we're talking about Oh, well, milord, said the officer Getting out his notebook, obviously Been doing up his homework It's a kind of jazz-rhythm music Peculiar to the American Negro Oh, and what was the defendent doing Playing this kind of music there In Wardour street Anyway, I got off with a caution A years' conditional discharge But I'll always remember that policeman And his boogie woogie music So don't try to lay no boogie woogie On the king of rock and roll Don't tell me nothing Don't lies, a woman Cause all you know I've told Don't sell me no alibis, sister Cause all you've got I've sold You better leave At a-midnight slinking To the one who works it out I don't want to hear no Rackem tackem squeaking To go on and shut your mouth And everything is Gonna work out tight If you ain't like you been told Just don't try to lay no boogie woogie On the king of rock and roll Don't feed me no TV dinners When you know that I'm used to steak I don't need no rank beginners When it's time to shake the shake You better pull your thing together Cause you've been bested out And if you feel that You just can't dig it You know you don't know What it's all about It ain't a matter of par convenience That's gonna justify your soul Just don't try to lay no boogie woogie On the king of rock and roll Don't try to lay no boogie woogie On the king of rock and roll You and I started to drive So don't pull nothing on me You didn't arrive til late '45 But your head's in '53 You got what it takes Give your heads a spin Down by the lonely shack But you come on just Like a fool woman In the back of a red Cadillac You can't come Across the Upsalquitch Until you pay the toll So don't try to lay no boogie woogie On the king of rock and roll