Bo Diddley

Bo Diddley

Bo Diddley (#1 in 1955), Buddy Holly (#4 in 1963) posthumously

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Bo Diddley'll buy baby a diamond ring.
If that diamond ring don't shine,
He's gonna take it to a private eye.

If that Private Eye can't see,
He better not take that ring from me.

Bo Diddley caught a nanny goat,
To make his pretty baby a Sunday coat.

Bo Diddley caught a bear cat,
Make his pretty baby a Sunday hat.

Won't you come to my house and rack that bone,
Take my baby all the way from home.

Look at that bo-do, Oh where's he been?
Up to your house and gone again.

Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley have you heard?
My pretty little baby said she was a bird.

Bo Diddley done had a farm
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
On that farm he had some women
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
Women here and women there
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
Women, women, women everywhere
(Hey, Bo Diddley)

But one little girl lived on a hill
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
She rustled and tussled like Buffalo Bill
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
One day she decided she'd go for a ride
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
With a pistol and a sword by her side
(Hey, Bo Diddley)

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

Hey, Bo Diddley (hey, Bo Diddley)
Hey, Bo Diddley (hey, Bo Diddley)
Oh, Bo Diddley (oh, Bo Diddley)
Oh, Bo Diddley (oh, Bo Diddley)

Saw my baby run across the field
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
Slippin' and slidin' like an automobile
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
Hollerin', my baby, got towed away
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
Slipped on from me like a Cadillac 8
(Hey, Bo Diddley)

Hey, Bo Diddley (hey, Bo Diddley)
Oh, Bo Diddley (oh, Bo Diddley)
Hey, Bo Diddley (hey, Bo Diddley)