Ron Wood - Don't Try to Lay No Boogie-Woogie on the King of Rock and Roll lyrics

[Spoken Introduction] 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 pa**ing my hat round 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 southerly direction, my lord, when I heard strange sounds coming from Wardour Place, my lord. A sort of boogie-woogie music was being played. On further investigation, I saw the defendant 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 on Wardour Street, wondering what all the fuss was about. So then I arrested the defendant." "Ah, just one moment officer, what is this boogie-woogie music here you were talking about?" "Oh, well, my lord," 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 defendant 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! [Song] 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 Back talk speakin' Go on and shut your mouth And everything is Gonna work out tight If you act 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 Reach in and dust it 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 pork 'n beans 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 weren't alive When I started to drive So don't put none on me You didn't arrive til late '45 But your head's in '53 You got what it takes To keep the heads a spinnin' Down by the old rib shack But you come on just Like a fool grinnin' In the back of a red Cadillac You can't come across The Astro bridge Until you pay the toll So don't try to lay no boogie woogie On the king of rock and roll