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.

<SHORT INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE>

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.
<INSTRUMENTAL FADE>


Transcribed by Little John.
These lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording referenced
above, and are for personal use and research interest only.