Story Of Bo Diddley

I was born one night about twelve o'clock

(ha-ha-ha)

I come in this world playin' a gold guitar

My father was around stickin' out his chest

(hee-hee)

A-now, mama this boy he gon fee' you a mess

(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Yeah! yea-ha, ooh, uh-huh

Now, people came from miles around

Yeah, just to hear 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

(ha-ha)

Woo, i'm a mess!

I'm a killer-diller

Uh-huh, yea-hey, a-uh, uh-huh

Early in the middle of the night

A car drove up with four headlights

(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Now, a man stepped out wit' a long cigar

He said, 'sign this line and i can make you a star'

(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I said, 'now, what's in it man, what's in it for me?'

He says, 'i'd, play yo' guitar son and wait an see'

Here i am! (heh-heh-heh, heeee)

The girls liked me, they say, 'it's crazy, it sound nice

Uuh-uuh

My first engagement was in chicago

I'm playin' with my band and they're playin' tonight

I played fo' some people i'd never seen before

I'm playin for the fans, what the fans all like

It was good too (ha-ha-ha-ha)

Who wants our band>

But like the parents can't handle it

They like it

What the fans, what the fans all like

Sound nice

If my fans can't handle it

(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Now, we're playin' and we're singin' our song

Yeah, ah-ha-ha-ha

Ev'rything is goin' our way

What the fans, what the fans all like

Yeah, man

What the fans, what the fans all like

I'm killer-diller

What the fans, what the fans all like

I'm 'on killa diller.