Here's a little story that I really want to tell
It's about Bo Diddley at the O.K. Corral
Now, Bo Diddley didn't start no mess
He had a gun on his hip and a rose on his vest
'Cause Bo Diddley's a gunslinger, Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger, Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger, Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger, Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
Bo Diddley buys him a diamond ring
If that diamond ring don't shine
He better take it to a private eye
If that private eye can't see
Well, he better bring that ring to me
I said, "Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah, yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah
Yeah, Bo Diddley, huh, yeah, Bo Diddley, hey, yeah"
I said, "Why'd ya come to my house
On Black Jack Road? Take my baby away from home
Where'd you go or where you been?
Up your house and gone again
I said, "Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley, have you heard?
Hey Bo Diddley, my pretty baby, Kim, she was a bird
Hey, Bo Diddley", I said, "Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah
Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah, yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah, huh
Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah, yeah, child, yeah"
I said, "Bo Diddley's a gunslinger, Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger, Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger"