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.