Buff’s Bar Blues

There was a man selling bayonets, a razor and a chain
Sweating all over what they've got her on the game
He had the Buff's Bar Blues
He had the Buff's Bar Blues
He had the Buff's Bar Blues, he's got nothing to lose
He's got the Buff's Bar Blues

Drinking Aspumanti, reading John McLain
His sister in the grubber and his brother was the same
He got the Buff's Bar Blues
He got the Buff's Bar Blues
He got the Buff's Bar Blues, he's got nothing to lose
He's got the Buff's Bar Blues

Hangin' out the window waving ribbons and flags
Lying in the midden, he was readin' the mags
He got the Buff's Bar Blues
He got the Buff's Bar Blues
He got the Buff's Bar Blues, he's with nothing to lose
He's got the Buff's Bar Blues

He got the Buff's Bar Blues
He got the Buff's Bar Blues
He got the Buff's Bar - wookie, wookie, wookie, wookie, wookie, wookie - Buff's Bar Blues
He got the Buff's Bar Blues with nothing to lose
He's got the Buff's Bar Blues