Hey, Bo Diddley!


Bo Diddley done had a farm,
On that farm he had some women,
Women here, women there,
Women, women, women everywhere.

But one little girl lived on a hill,
She rustled and tustled like buffalo bill,
One day she decided shed go for a ride,
With a pistol and a sword by her side.

She rolled right up to my front door,
Knocked an knocked til her fist got sore,
When she turned and walked away,
All I could hear my baby say:

Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley,
Hey Bo diddley, oh Bo diddley.

Saw my baby run across the field,
Slippin and slidin like an automobile,
Hollerin, my baby got towed away,
Slipped on from me like a cadillac-8.

Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley,
Hey Bo diddley, oh Bo diddley.

.

Bo Diddley bought his babe a diamond ring,
If that diamond ring dont shine,
He gonna take it to a private eye,
If that private eye cant see
Hed better not take the ring from me.

Bo Diddley caught a nanny goat,
To make his pretty baby a sunday coat,
Bo Diddley caught a bear cat,
To make his pretty baby a sunday hat.

Mojo come to my house, ya black cat bone,
Take my baby away from home,
Ugly ole mojo, where ya bin,
Up your house, and gone again.

Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley have you heard?
My pretty baby said she wasnt for it.

Autor: rbressane

Writer, journalist, editor

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