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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.
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