Buffalo Bill

I'm going to sing a song about a man who I've met He lives alone in a quiet town, his face I'll never forget And every line that marks his face is not from age I'm sure It's from aiming through a .308 as in his saddle he sits tall And will the real B

Better watch out sucker now I got ya where I want ya onslaught coming and Im packing in my lunch up bunch a missile launcher and a bunch a contra-ban van full of ganja now come on jump man stop moshin Marshall on my God ya doin the cha cha and the Cu