Bo Dudley (Shave and a haircut, two bits)
I talk forty-seven types of hogwash
I spend a million pounds on my necktie
I got a brand new island in Bermuda
Made out of cancer cells
I got a brand new bung going forward
Made from investors’ skins
Now come and take a little walk, Aberdeen,
Tell me, What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
Gemstone hands and an oil-slick mind
Just sixty-one and I don’t mind flying
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
I’m barrels of laughs when the profits dip
Discretionary bonus, doncha give me no lip
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
Oil is black, bank balance too
Do I pay tax? Aw hell do you?
I’m a man on fire, far as I’m concerned
You couldn’t dream what I just earned
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
What’s not to love?
Aberdeen took me by my wad
And she said Ooo-wee, Bo, You sure are God
Click here for a Telegraph article
Click here for Bo Diddley’s Who Do You Love?
