| Don’t tell me nothing
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| No lies, woman
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| Cause all you know I’ve told
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| Don’t sell me no alibis, sister
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| Cause all you’ve got I’ve sold
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| You better leave
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| At midnight slinking
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| To the one who works it out
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| I don’t want to hear no
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| Back talk speaking
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| Go on and shut your mouth
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| And everything is
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| Gonna work out tight
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| If you act like you been told
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| So don’t try to lay no boogie woogie
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| On the king of rock and roll
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| Don’t feed me no TV dinners
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| When you know that
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| I’m used to steak
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| I don’t need no rank beginners
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| When it’s time to shake that shake
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| You better pull your thing together
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| Reach in and bust it out
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| And if you feel that
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| Your ass can’t dig it
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| Then I guess you know the route
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| It ain’t a matter of par convenience
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| That’s gonna justify your soul
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| Just don’t try to lay no boogie woogie
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| On the king of rock and roll
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| Rock and roll
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| Just don’t try to lay no boogie woogie
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| On the king of rock and roll
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| You and I started to drive
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| So don’t pull nothing on me
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| You didn’t arrive til late '45
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| But your head’s in '53
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| You got what it takes |
| To keep the heads a-spinning
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| Down by the lonely shack
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| But you come on just
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| Like a fool grinning
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| In the back of a red Cadillac
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| You can’t come
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| Across the Upsalquitch
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| Until you pay the toll
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| So don’t try to lay no boogie woogie
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| On the king of rock and roll
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| Don’t try to lay no boogie woogie
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| Don’t try to lay no boogie woogie
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| Don’t try to lay no boogie woogie
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| Don’t try to lay no boogie woogie |