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Now listen here to the story of Bo DiddleyThe rock 'n roll scene in generalBo Diddley was born Ellis McDanielsIn a place called McCoomIn Mississippi about 1926He moved to Chicago about 1938Where his name was eventually changed to Bo DiddleyHe practised the guitar every day and sometimes into the night'Til his papa's hair began to turn whiteHis pa said "Son, listen here, I know""You can stay but, uh, that guitar's just got to go"So he pulled his hat down over his eyesAnd headed on out for them western skiesI think Bob Dylan said thatHe hit New York CityHe began to play the Apollo in HarlemGood scene thereEverybody ravedLetras de cancionesOne day, one nightCame a Cadillac, four headlightsCame a man with a big long fat cigarHe said "Come here son, I'm going to make you a star"Bo Diddley said "Uh, what's in it for me?"The man said "Uh, shut your mouth son and play the guitar""And you just wait and see"Well, Bo made it, he made it real bigAnd so did the rest of the Rock 'n Roll scene along with himAnd a white guy called Johnny Otis took Bo Diddley's rhythmAnd changed into hand jiveAnd it went like this:In a little old country town one dayA little old country man begin to playHad two guitars and a beat-up saxophoneWhen the drummer said ??? those cats begin to ???Oh baby, oooo we oh ohOooo la la that rock 'n rollYou hear me, oooo we oh ohOooo la la that rock 'n rollThen the U.S. music scene, there was big changes madeDue to circumstances beyond our controlSuch as payolaThe rock 'n roll scene died after two years of solid rockYou got discs like, uh:Take good care of my babyPlease don't ever make her blueAnd so forthAbout, uh, one year laterIn a place called Liverpool in EnglandUh, four young guys with mop haircutsBegin to sing stuff like, uh:It's been a hard day's nightAnd I've been workin' like a dogAnd so onA place called Richmond in SurreyWay down in the deep southWhere the guys had long hair down their backs sang:I want to be your lover babyI want to be your man, yeahAnd all that jazzWell we been doin' this number "Bo Diddley"For quite some time nowBo Diddley visited this country last yearAnd we were playin' the Club A-Go-Go in Newcastle, our home townAnd the doors opened one nightAnd to our surprise in walked the man himself, Bo DiddleyAlong with him was, uh, Jerome Green, his maraca manAnd the Dutchess, his gorgeous sisterNow we're doin', uh, we're doin' this numberAlong with them came Rolling Stones and The Mersey BeatsThey're all standin' around diggin' itAnd I overheard Bo Diddley talkin'He turned around to Jerome Green, he said"Hey Jerome. What do you think of these guys doin our, our material?"Jerome said "Uh, where's the bar, man. Please show me to the bar."He turned around to the Dutchess and he said"Hey Dutch. What do you think of these young guys doin' our material?"She said ah, "I don't know. I only came across here to see theChangin' of the guards and all that jazz."But Bo Diddley looked up at me and he said, uhWith half-closed eyes and a smileHe said "Man". Took off his glasses. He said "Man""That sure is the biggest load of rubbish ever heard in my life"Hey Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)Oh Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)Yeah Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)Oh Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)Yeah Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)Oh Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)
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"The Story of Bo Diddley" as written by Ellas Mcdaniel Eric Burdon
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