Testo:
Say Man
Bo Diddley
(E McDaniel)
NOTE: Bo Diddley and Jerome Green, Bo’s maracas player, trade
mutual put-downs This was not easy to transcribe but I gave
it my best shot
SPOKEN:
Bo: Say man
Jerome: What’s that boy?
Bo: I want to tell you about your girlfriend, hee-hee-hee
Jerome: What about my girl?
Bo: You’re not strong enough to take the message, hah-hah
Jerome: I’m strong enough
Bo: I might hurt your feelings
Jerome: My feelings already hurt by bein’ here with you
Bo: Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the
other day
Jerome: Uh-huh
Bo: And the wind was blowin’ real hard
Jerome: Is that right?
Bo: And the wind blew her hair into my face
Jerome: Uh-huh
Bo: Hee-hee, you know what else happened?
Jerome: What happened?
Bo: The wind blew her hair into her face
Jerome: Yeah?
Bo: And we went a little further; you wanna hear the rest of it?
Jerome: I might as well …
Bo: The wind blew her hair into the street
Jerome: Hey, since you told me about my girl I’m gonna tell you
about yours I was walking down the street with your girl
Bo: Yeah?
Jerome: I took her home; for a drink, you know
Bo: To the home?
Jerome: Yeah, just for a drink
Bo: Oh
Jerome: But that chick looked so ugly she had to sneak up on a
glass to get her a drink of water
Bo: Hah-hah-hah-hah, well, you’ve got the nerve to call somebody
ugly Why you’re so ugly anyone who stops and talks to you in
the world oughta be arrested, hee-hee
Jerome: That’s alright; my mamma didn’t have to put a sheet over
my head so sleep could slip up on me
Bo: Hey, looky here
Jerome: What’s that?
Bo: Where you from? Hee-hee
Jerome: South America
Bo: What’s that?
Jerome: South America
Bo: You don’t look like no South American to me
Jerome: I’m still from South America
Bo: What part?
Jerome: South Texas
Bo: Hah-hah-hah Where your western boots at?
Jerome: I’ve got �em on
Bo: Them ain’t no boots you got on, they’re broke in
Bo: Hey, looky here
Jerome: What’s that?
Bo: I’ve been trying to figure out what you is
Jerome: I already figured out what you is
Bo: What’s that?
Jerome: You that thing I throw peanuts at
Bo: Hah-hah Hey, looky here
Jerome: What’s that?
Bo: You should be ashamed of yourself
Jerome: Why?
Bo: Calling people ugly, hee-hee-hee
Jerome: I didn’t calling you ugly
Bo: What’d you say?
Jerome: I said you was ruined that’s all
Bo: Oh, man You know somethin’?
Jerome: What?
Bo: You look like you been whupped with an ugly stick, hah-hah
Third man: Man, I ain’t got nothin’ to do with this but I believe
you’re tellin’right, hah-hah
Transcribed by Little John
These lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording referenced
above, and are for personal use and research interest only
Bo Diddley
(E McDaniel)
NOTE: Bo Diddley and Jerome Green, Bo’s maracas player, trade
mutual put-downs This was not easy to transcribe but I gave
it my best shot
SPOKEN:
Bo: Say man
Jerome: What’s that boy?
Bo: I want to tell you about your girlfriend, hee-hee-hee
Jerome: What about my girl?
Bo: You’re not strong enough to take the message, hah-hah
Jerome: I’m strong enough
Bo: I might hurt your feelings
Jerome: My feelings already hurt by bein’ here with you
Bo: Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the
other day
Jerome: Uh-huh
Bo: And the wind was blowin’ real hard
Jerome: Is that right?
Bo: And the wind blew her hair into my face
Jerome: Uh-huh
Bo: Hee-hee, you know what else happened?
Jerome: What happened?
Bo: The wind blew her hair into her face
Jerome: Yeah?
Bo: And we went a little further; you wanna hear the rest of it?
Jerome: I might as well …
Bo: The wind blew her hair into the street
Jerome: Hey, since you told me about my girl I’m gonna tell you
about yours I was walking down the street with your girl
Bo: Yeah?
Jerome: I took her home; for a drink, you know
Bo: To the home?
Jerome: Yeah, just for a drink
Bo: Oh
Jerome: But that chick looked so ugly she had to sneak up on a
glass to get her a drink of water
Bo: Hah-hah-hah-hah, well, you’ve got the nerve to call somebody
ugly Why you’re so ugly anyone who stops and talks to you in
the world oughta be arrested, hee-hee
Jerome: That’s alright; my mamma didn’t have to put a sheet over
my head so sleep could slip up on me
Bo: Hey, looky here
Jerome: What’s that?
Bo: Where you from? Hee-hee
Jerome: South America
Bo: What’s that?
Jerome: South America
Bo: You don’t look like no South American to me
Jerome: I’m still from South America
Bo: What part?
Jerome: South Texas
Bo: Hah-hah-hah Where your western boots at?
Jerome: I’ve got �em on
Bo: Them ain’t no boots you got on, they’re broke in
Bo: Hey, looky here
Jerome: What’s that?
Bo: I’ve been trying to figure out what you is
Jerome: I already figured out what you is
Bo: What’s that?
Jerome: You that thing I throw peanuts at
Bo: Hah-hah Hey, looky here
Jerome: What’s that?
Bo: You should be ashamed of yourself
Jerome: Why?
Bo: Calling people ugly, hee-hee-hee
Jerome: I didn’t calling you ugly
Bo: What’d you say?
Jerome: I said you was ruined that’s all
Bo: Oh, man You know somethin’?
Jerome: What?
Bo: You look like you been whupped with an ugly stick, hah-hah
Third man: Man, I ain’t got nothin’ to do with this but I believe
you’re tellin’right, hah-hah
Transcribed by Little John
These lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording referenced
above, and are for personal use and research interest only
