[Verse 1]

Breathe on me, my buffalo

Your hide warms to a warning

Of a death without words

I am ill after swallowing

Cups of pride; inside it pains me

With a bitterness I loathe

For the future tributes to Thom Sonny Green

Breathe on me, my buffalo

Your hide warms to a warning

Of a death without words

I am ill after swallowing

Cups of pride; inside it pains me

With a bitterness I loathe

For the future tributes to Thom Sonny Green

[Chorus]

The buffalo from Buffalo

Who are buffaloed by the buffalo

From Buffalo, buffalo

Other buffalo from Buffalo

[Outro]

And all's above lay to pay tribute to

The future death of our Thom Sonny Green