Lyrics:
pizze siódemkę i dwunastkę
Dziękuje bardzo. Siódemka i dwunastka
Albo wie pan co Wie pan co ja już się najadłem
Daj mi wszystko co najlepsze jest buffalo
So much hope, now all gone
Don't pretend it was ever there
It failed before it even begun
So don't pretend anymore
Red buffalo, you're making a fool
Roam Buffalo roam
Go find a house to hide
Roam Buffalo roam
You could never fly
Roam Buffalo roam
Even though I care for you, I was never there for
Out in the wild African Savanna
Bongi the Buffalo am I
I'm pretty dangerous or so they say
Even though I may look shy
Don't be fooled by my good looks
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival,
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival,
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival,
buffalo
Nie ukrywam lubię dobrze zjeść buffalo
Nie potrzebuję tych gwiazdek Michelin
Wystarczy tylko cheesburger i shake
Daj mi wszystko co najlepsze jest
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival,
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival,
the new magic land.
The Indian and the buffalo,
They existed hand in hand
The Indian needed food,
He needed skins for a roof.
But he only took
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival,
Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival,
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival,
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival,
will I hear you
When will I feel you, again
Boomerang Buffalo
When will I see you
When will I hear you
When will I feel you, again
Boomerang Buffalo
Buffalo Bills, you can't ever go back
My papa built on that old gravel ground
Where the big men were throwing the pigskin around
When Kelly was king,
Buffalo sin ley
No pain
(No pain, no pain, no pain)
Buffalo sin ley
No pain
Yah (No pain, no pain, no pain)
Buffalo sin ley
Tú no sabes lo que es
Buffalo Joe was the pride of the town
He had a Chevy air filter that he wore as a crown
He had one extra pinkie and a pet baboon
And he'd been
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival,
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival,
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival,
the buffalo stampede
Come and see
the Buffalo is here
safe in bed while my country hits me
want to go out
like a horse and a breakness
Come and see
the Buffalo
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival,
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