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