Bo Diddley 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 tussled like Buffalo Bill
One day she decided she'd go for a ride
With a pistol and a sword by her side

She rode right up to my front door
Knocked and knocked 'till her fist got sore
When she turned and walked away
All you could hear my baby say :

Hey! Bo Diddley
Hey! Bo Diddley
Hey! Bo Diddley

Saw my baby run across the field
Slippin' and sliddin' like an automobile
Hollered at my baby and told her to wait
Slipped off from me like a Cadillac-8

Hey! Bo Diddley
Hey! Bo Diddley
Hey! Bo Diddley

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Writer(s): Ellas McDaniel