Who's in charge here?

[Irwin Fletcher]

Well of course their requests for drainage, medicine, roads, housing, education, viniculture and assgrabbing was not buffalonian in and of it is as it were the United States government would never have if the president, our president, had not and as far as I know that's the way it will always be. Is that clear, Irwin?

Of course it is, Chippy. Say, did you hear about the person of the Buffalonian persuasion who walked into a bar with a big 'ol pile of poop in his hands and he says, "Look what I almost stepped in?"

 

[Chip Douglas]

Of course it is, Chippy. Say, did you hear about the person of the Buffalonian persuasion who walked into a bar with a big 'ol pile of poop in his hands and he says, "Look what I almost stepped in?"

Stepped in it and got stuck, Irwin. Don't you remember what he then said? "Here's a picture of my sister. If you can get me out you can have her. I hear she's quite good."

 

[Irwin Fletcher]

Stepped in it and got stuck, Irwin. Don't you remember what he then said? "Here's a picture of my sister. If you can get me out you can have her. I hear she's quite good."

Chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip... LONNEEEEEEEE!

Farley-farley-farley-farley-farley-farley... Hafurrrrrrr...

Kinut, hoooooola widdle! Tas, habble... Buffalo blows

 

[Chip Douglas]

Chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip... LONNEEEEEEEE!

Farley-farley-farley-farley-farley-farley... Hafurrrrrrr...

Kinut, hoooooola widdle! Tas, habble... Buffalo blows

My little Buffalocup has the sweetest smile/ Dear little Buffalocup, won't you stay a while?/ We'll settle down together in a cottage built for two/ Oh, Dear little Buffalocup, I love you!

 

[Irwin Fletcher]

My little Buffalocup has the sweetest smile/ Dear little Buffalocup, won't you stay a while?/ We'll settle down together in a cottage built for two/ Oh, Dear little Buffalocup, I love you!

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

 

[Chip Douglas]

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.