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(Burdon/McDaniel)
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Now listen here to the story of Bo Diddley
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The rock 'n roll scene in general
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Bo Diddley was born Ellis McDaniels
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In a place called McCoom
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In Mississippi about 1926
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He moved to Chicago about 1938
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Where his name was eventually changed to Bo Diddley
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He practised the guitar every day and sometimes into the night
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'till his papa's hair began to turn white
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His pa said "Son, listen here, I know"
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"You can stay but, uh, that guitar's just got to go"
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So he pulled his hat down over his eyes
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And headed on out for them western skies
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I think Bob Dylan said that
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He hit New York City
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He began to play the Apollo in Harlem
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Good scene there
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Everybody raved
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One day, one night
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Came a Cadillac, four headlights
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Came a man with a big long fat cigar
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He said "Come here son, I'm going to make you a star"
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Bo Diddley said "Uh, what's in it for me?"
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The man said "Uh, shut your mouth son and play the guitar"
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"and you just wait and see"
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Well, Bo 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 called Johnny Otis took Bo Diddley's rhythm
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And changed into hand jive
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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 man begin to play
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Had two guitars and a beat-up saxophone
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When the drummer said ??? those cats begin to ???
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Oh baby, oooo we oh oh
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Oooo la la that rock 'n roll
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You hear me, oooo we oh oh
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Oooo la la that rock 'n roll
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Then the U.S. music scene, there was big changes made
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Due to circumstances beyond our control
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Such as payola
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The rock 'n roll scene died after two years of solid rock
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You got discs like, uh:
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Take good care of my baby
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Please don't ever make her blue
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And so forth
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About, uh, one year later
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In a place called Liverpool in England
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Uh, four young guys with mop haircuts
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Begin to sing stuff like, uh:
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It's been a hard day's night
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And I've been workin' like a dog
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And so on
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A place called Richmond in Surrey
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Way down in the deep south
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Where the guys had long hair down their backs sang:
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I wanna be your lover baby
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I wanna be your man, yeah
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And all that jazz
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Well we been doin' this number "Bo Diddley"
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for quite some time now
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Bo Diddley visited this country last year
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And we were playin' the Club A-Go-Go in Newcastle, our home town
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And the doors opened one night
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And to our surprise in walked the man himself, Bo Diddley
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Along with him was, uh, Jerome Green, his maraca man
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And the Dutchess, his gorgeous sister
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Now we're doin', uh, we're doin' this number
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Along with them came Rolling Stones and The Mersey Beats
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They're all standin' around diggin' it
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And I overheard Bo Diddley talkin'
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He turned around to Jerome Green, he said
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"Hey Jerome. What do you think of these guys 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 to the Dutchess and he said
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"Hey Dutch. What do you think of these young guys doin' our material?"
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She said ah, "I don't know. I only came across here to see the
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changin' of the guards and all that jazz."
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But Bo Diddley looked up at me and he said, uh
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With half-closed eyes and a smile
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He said "Man". Took off his glasses. He said "Man"
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"That sure is the biggest load of rubbish ever heard in my life"
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Hey Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)
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Oh Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)
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Yeah Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)
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Oh Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)
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Yeah Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)
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Oh Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)
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STORY OF BO DIDDLEY
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