Week Thirteen: “The Night Bo Diddley Made Love to Jackie O”

Lyrics:

The city was Chicago, the year was maybe 1983
Bo Diddley’s sitting all alone, a pint of purple Mad Dog in his knee
He’s seen it all and then some more, but he’s struggling to even make his rent
He thinks that all his talent is just like all his money–it’s been spent

And just when he feels lowest, he hears a gentle knocking at the door
He opens up and there she is–the first lady, the tycoon’s wife, and more
She smiles and says his name, and it lights him just like he was a match
She says I need some blues tonight, and you’re the only bluesman I can catch

She brought a fifth of brandy that was stolen from the president of France
He offers her some purple wine; she laughs and says she’d never had the chance
They stick that fancy bottle in the frigidaire, and that is where it stays
As they get loose on Mad Dog, and their hands and then their lips begin to play

And somewhere in the night, Nancy Reagan’s tasting Ronnie on her breath
And somewhere in the night, Bonnie Raitt is mourning Muddy Waters’ death
And somewhere in the night, a country boy don’t know which way to go
And somewhere in the night, Bo Diddley’s making love to Jackie O

She nestles on his chest and his hair feels just like steel wool on her cheek
She talks about how hard it is to play the nation’s widow every week
She can feel his heart a-thumping like a bass and two maracas in a groove
And wonders just what the hell the two of them think they still have left to prove

He calls her Mrs. Kennedy, she calls him Mr. E. McDaniels, sir
He remembers Mississippi and the gospel sounds that made his young heart stir
And when they hold each other, it takes them back to better, older times
Of square guitars and music halls, of pillbox hats and dressing to the nines

And somewhere in the night, Nancy Reagan’s tasting Ronnie on her breath
And somewhere in the night, Bonnie Raitt is mourning Muddy Waters’ death
And somewhere in the night, a country boy don’t know which way to go
And somewhere in the night, Bo Diddley’s making love to Jackie O

They don’t have to say it, they both know that the night could never last
The heat of every moment cools off and then sho nuff becomes the past
And in their quiet hours they’ll remember when the world was just a song
And Guinevere said to Lancelot, Baby let’s crawdaddy all night long

And somewhere in the night, Nancy Reagan’s tasting Ronnie on her breath
And somewhere in the night, Bonnie Raitt is mourning Muddy Waters’ death
And somewhere in the night, a country boy don’t know which way to go
And somewhere in the night…

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