Bo Diddley had a farm On that farm he had some women Women here, women there Women, women, women everywhere But one little girl lived on a hill She rustled and tussled like Buffalo Bill One day she decided she'd go for a ride With a pistol and a sword by her side She rode right up to my front door Knocked and knocked 'till her fist got sore When she turned and walked away All you could hear my baby say: Hey! Bo Diddley Hey! Bo Diddley Hey! Bo Diddley Saw my baby run across the field Slippin' and sliddin' like an automobile Hollered at my baby and told her to wait Slipped off from me like a Cadillac-8 Hey! Bo Diddley Hey! Bo Diddley Hey! Bo Diddley