Текст песни Stephen King — Bo Diddley

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Bo Diddley bought his babe a diamond ring
If that diamond ring don't shine
He going to take it to a private eye
If that private eye can't see
He'd better not take the ring from me

Bo Diddley caught a nanny goat
To make his pretty baby a Sunday coat
Bo Diddley caught a bear cat
To make his pretty baby a Sunday hat

Mojo come to my house, you black cat bone
Take my baby away from home
Ugly ole mojo, where you bin
Up your house, and gone again
Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley have you heard?
My pretty baby said she wasn't for it

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