Buffalo moon keep shinin'
Through the dirty smog above.
You know pretty soon
That big yellow moon
Will light the way back
To the crap heap you love
Buffalo garbage on the trail
Little jill, close your eyes and dream
All of your ladies are in the corral
All of your work is done
Just close your eyes and dream little pal
Dream of a woman without a mustache
Buffalo garbage on the trail
Polluted wind blowin' through the trees above
All of the little jills
Are back in the trailer park now, so
Close your eyes and dream
Shades of chaps are falling
As the fella from Buffalo be-gins to sigh
And his butt silhou-etted a-gainst the sky.
Buffalo Bills on the Trail
Blue moons shinin' while on their knees.
And a wiff of old spice from the distance
Comes a driftin' on the evening breeze.
Move a-long, Buffalo Bill, move a-long
Soon the fella with old spice will come and you'll be on your way
Un-til the fella with old spice sheds its chaps
There'll be Buffalo Bills on the Trail.
Move a-long, Buffalo Bill, move a-long
Soon the fella with old spice will come and you'll be on your way
Un-til the fella with old spice sheds its chaps
There'll be Buffalo Bills on the Trail.
Buffalo Bills on the Trail.