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