Bo Diddley died two weeks ago, on the 2th of June. I didn’t have much to say then. I don’t know much about his life, but I do know he Rocked this world as hard as he could in his 80 years, and the schokwave will keep on goin’.
So ladies, and gentlemen, I give you
Who do you love?
I walk 47 miles of barbed wire,
I use a cobra-snake for a necktie,
I got a brand new house
on the roadside,
Made from rattlesnake hide,
I got a brand new
chimney made on top,
Made out of a human skull,
Now come on take a walk
with me, Arlene,
And tell me, who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Tombstone hand and a graveyard mine,
Just 22 and I don’t mind dying.
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
I rode around the town, use
a rattlesnake whip,
Take it easy Arlene,
don’t give me no lip,
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Night was dark, but the sky was blue,
Down the alley, the ice-wagon flew,
Heard a bump, and somebody screamed,
You should have heard
just what I seen.
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Arlene took me by my hand,
And she said ooowee Bo, you
know I understand.
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
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