| There was a man selling bayonets, a razor and a chain
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| Sweating all over what they’ve got her on the game
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| He had the Buff’s Bar Blues
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| He had the Buff’s Bar Blues
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| He had the Buff’s Bar Blues, he’s got nothing to lose
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| He’s got the Buff’s Bar Blues
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| Drinking Aspumanti, reading John McLain
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| His sister in the grubber and his brother was the same
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| He got the Buff’s Bar Blues
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| He got the Buff’s Bar Blues
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| He got the Buff’s Bar Blues, he’s got nothing to lose
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| He’s got the Buff’s Bar Blues
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| Hangin' out the window waving ribbons and flags
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| Lying in the midden, he was readin' the mags
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| He got the Buff’s Bar Blues
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| He got the Buff’s Bar Blues
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| He got the Buff’s Bar Blues, he’s with nothing to lose
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| He’s got the Buff’s Bar Blues
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| He got the Buff’s Bar Blues
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| He got the Buff’s Bar Blues
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| He got the Buff’s Bar — wookie, wookie, wookie, wookie, wookie, wookie — Buff’s
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| Bar Blues
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| He got the Buff’s Bar Blues with nothing to lose
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| He’s got the Buff’s Bar Blues |