Well, I've been here for a million years
Got a ton or two of flesh and flies round my ears
I've got a name and I can see you don't know
So I guess I'd better tell you; I'm the buffalo
Don't smoke no reefer, don't take no pills
Got a head like a rock and a bottom like a hill
Don't think about much that bears translating.
Except buffalo love and ruminating
Buffalo wanting some answers
Buffalo want you explain
Buffalo seek explanation
Don't know nothing; it's a buffalo shame
Just sit around trying to take buffalo feed
Looked up, swallowed down, started to bleed
Men with metal sticks make an awful lot of noise
Don't care what it is, but dear it destroys
Buffalo falling in tens of thousands
Buffalo falling like rain
Buffalo falling and lowing and dying
Buffalo ending; it's a buffalo shame
Don't know what for they want to shoot us down
We stay out of trouble; stay out of town
Don't be chasing their women, don't rob their trains
Just stand around grazing on the Western Plains
Some men do it because they want to, seeking for fortune and fame
Other men do it because they're told to
Rot their eyes; still a buffalo shame
Got a ton or two of flesh and flies round my ears
I've got a name and I can see you don't know
So I guess I'd better tell you; I'm the buffalo
Don't smoke no reefer, don't take no pills
Got a head like a rock and a bottom like a hill
Don't think about much that bears translating.
Except buffalo love and ruminating
Buffalo wanting some answers
Buffalo want you explain
Buffalo seek explanation
Don't know nothing; it's a buffalo shame
Just sit around trying to take buffalo feed
Looked up, swallowed down, started to bleed
Men with metal sticks make an awful lot of noise
Don't care what it is, but dear it destroys
Buffalo falling in tens of thousands
Buffalo falling like rain
Buffalo falling and lowing and dying
Buffalo ending; it's a buffalo shame
Don't know what for they want to shoot us down
We stay out of trouble; stay out of town
Don't be chasing their women, don't rob their trains
Just stand around grazing on the Western Plains
Some men do it because they want to, seeking for fortune and fame
Other men do it because they're told to
Rot their eyes; still a buffalo shame