Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Story Of Bo Diddley, artist - The Animals. Album song The Complete Animals, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 30.06.1990
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
The Story Of Bo Diddley |
I was born one night about twelve o’clock |
I come into this world playin a gold guitar |
My papa walk around stickin out his chest |
Oh mamma this boy he gon be a mess |
Now people came from miles around |
Just see here my little guitar sound |
Now some of em said I had what it takes |
If I keep on practice i’d be famous one day |
Wow, i’m a myth, i’m a killa dilla |
Headed out for them Western Skies |
I think Bob Dylan said that, he hit New York City |
He began to play at the Apollo in Harlem |
Good scene there, everybody raving |
One day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights |
Came a man with a big, long, fat, cigar said |
«C'mere son, I’m gonna make you a star» |
Bo Diddley said, «Uh.whats in it for me?» |
Man said, «Shut your mouth son |
Play the guitar and you just wait and see» |
Well, that boy made it, he made it real big |
And so did the rest of the rock n roll scene along with him |
And a white guy named Johnny Otis took Bo Diddleys rhythm |
He changed it into hand-jive and it went like this |
In a little old country town one day |
A little old country band began to play |
Add two guirtars and a beat up saxophone |
When the drummer said, boy, those cats begin to roam |
Oh baby oh we oh oh |
Ooh la la that rock and roll |
Ya hear me oh we oh oh |
Ooh la la that rock and roll |
Then in the U.S. music scene there was big changes made |
Due to circumstances beyond our control such as payola |
The rock n roll scene died after two years of solid rock |
And you got discs like, ah… |
Take good care of my baby |
Please don’t ever make her blue and so forth |
About, ah, one year later in a place called Liverpool in England |
Four young guys with mop haircuts began to sing stuff like, ah… |
It’s been a hard days night and I’ve been working like a dog and so on |
In a place called Richmond in Surrey, whay down in the deep south |
They got guys with long hair down their back singing |
I wanna be your lover baby I wanna be your man yeah and all that jazz |
Now we’ve doing this number, Bo Diddley, for quite some time now |
Bo Diddley visited this country last year |
We were playing at the Club A Gogo in Newcastle, our home town |
The doors opened one night and to our surprise |
Walked in the man himself, Bo Diddley |
Along with him was Jerome Green, his maraca man |
And the Duchess, his gorgeous sister |
And a we were doing this number |
Along with them came the Rolling Stones, the Mersey Beats |
They’re all standing around diggin' it |
And I overheard Bo Diddley talkin' |
He turned around to Jermone Green |
And he said, «Hey, Jerome? |
What do you think these guys |
Doin' our. |
our material?» |
Jerome said, «Uh, where’s the bar, man? |
Please show me to the bar…» |
He turned around the Duchess |
And he said, «Hey Duchess… what do you think of these young guys |
Doin' our material?» |
She said, «I don’t know. |
I only came across here |
To see the changin' of the guards and all that jazz.» |
Well, Bo Diddley looked up and said to me |
With half closed eyes and a smile |
He said «Man,» took off his glasses |
He said, «Man, that sure is the biggest load of rubbish |
I ever heard in my life…» |
Hey Bo Diddley |
Oh Bo Diddley |
Yeah Bo Diddley |
Oh Bo Diddley |
Yeah Bo Diddley |