(Ellas McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley)
Bo Diddley done 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 rolled right up to my front door,
Knocked an' knocked 'til her fist got sore
When she turned and walked away,
All I could hear my baby say

Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley
Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley

Saw my baby run across the field,
Slippin' and slidin' like an automobile
Hollerin', my baby got towed away,
Slipped on from me like a Cadillac-8

Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley
Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley