Words and music © L J
Murphy
Buffalo Red Well Rose LaRose is the star of the showWith a snake and smile, got you raring to go The old man is selling his Eskimo pies Don't even think about blinking your eyes Half the orchestra's drunk, the other half's dead And they're playing a song called Buffalo Red And with that long black hair Now baby you wouldn't dare Down by the lake with some money to spare Make your way to the front, and don't be shy She's spitting champagne right into your eye While the band plays on, like a hammer in your head She's tugging on your whiskers, singing Buffalo Red And that saxophone won't leave me alone Lake Erie can't you hear me when I'm stumbling home Lake Erie can't you hear me when I'm stumbling home The salivation army's got them lined up at the door No one gives a damn about the palace anymore She's sweating like a steam engine and swinging like a chime A sassy little chassis, she's a legend in her prime She's waking up the neighbors, yeah they're falling out of bed Leaning out the window singing Buffalo Red *** |
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