As a tribute to Bo Diddley who died today, I'd like to re-post a little something as a tribute. Initially this found its way into the News and Reviews segment last year when Diddley had his stroke. It somehow seems fitting, with a new verse added on the end that is.
Come on...sing with me....
Bo Diddley clearly was not himself,
His speech recognition was on the shelf,
When all his ailments finally broke,
Poor Bo Diddley done had a stroke,
Bo Diddley almost bought the farm,
Shoulda been aware bout the pain in his arm,
Rushed to a hospital, put em in a bed,
Otherwise Bo might’ve wound up dead,
Hey bo diddley, oh bo diddley,
Hey bo diddley, oh bo diddley.
Now he’s havin' trouble can’t speak, can’t talk,
sure can’t play no guitar rock,
With a little improvement day by day
You might hear the doctors say:
Hey bo diddley, oh bo diddley,
Hey bo diddley, oh bo diddley.
Today is the day that Bo done died.
He can't drink and can't eat no Kentucky Fried.
Put him in a box, dig a hole deep.
Bo Diddley's going for an eternal sleep.
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