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 she`d 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.