Rockin’ Diddley

I got no bread
and I got no style
I’ve borrowed life
from a friend of mine
Keep cool
and don’t swear a lot
and then you ask me what the hell I got…

I got my rocky…
I got my rocky…
I got my rockin’ diddley
I got my rocky…

I got no car and ain’t got no job
soon I’ll be workin’ in a parking lot
of a new cuban restaurant
and then you wonder why I’m so adamant…
(so adamant?)

I gotta go,
I don’t wanna be late
everyday I gotta brand new date
they say
“that’s my fantasy…”
and right away they’re always asking me

I got my rocky…
I got my rocky…
I got my rockin’ diddley
I got my rocky…

Esta es la historia de… un rocking diddley…

Rocking Diddley…
Rocking Diddley…
Rocking Diddley…
Rocking Diddley…