| Song | Buffalo |
| Artist | Pinhead Gunpowder |
| Album | Compulsive Disclosure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Buffalo once roamed | |
| The great expanse of our country | |
| Now they stand in the sandbox | |
| In the corner of the city | |
| We had our picnics in the park | |
| Watching the bison mope | |
| Once a proud and noble beast | |
| Now the butt of our bad jokes | |
| You saw me off at the station | |
| In your leopard print coat and hat | |
| It was so a cliché we had to laugh | |
| Waving at me as | |
| I leftBut when the laughter made us sadder | |
| Than the leaving could have had | |
| In a flash | |
| I criedOh, goodbye girl of mine | |
| When it came time for me to go | |
| The buffalo had the last laugh | |
| Waiting at the gate they sneered | |
| They strut and pranced | |
| How did I know | |
| I thoughA thing like that | |
| A fling was only fleeting | |
| An instant in the distant past | |
| Meant to end not made to last | |
| You saw me off at the station | |
| In your leopard print coat and hat | |
| It was so a cliché we had to laugh | |
| Waving at me as | |
| I leftBut when the laughter made us sadder | |
| Than the leaving could have had | |
| In a flash | |
| I criedGoodbye girl, it was a time | |
| What a time a time to remember | |
| Something that good | |
| Can't last forever | |
| But now I wonder if | |
| It might have after all | |
| As the train pulled away, it hit me | |
| What I really would be missing | |
| As laughter could be | |
| Leaving wa not as bitter or sweet |
| Buffalo once roamed | |
| The great expanse of our country | |
| Now they stand in the sandbox | |
| In the corner of the city | |
| We had our picnics in the park | |
| Watching the bison mope | |
| Once a proud and noble beast | |
| Now the butt of our bad jokes | |
| You saw me off at the station | |
| In your leopard print coat and hat | |
| It was so a cliche we had to laugh | |
| Waving at me as | |
| I leftBut when the laughter made us sadder | |
| Than the leaving could have had | |
| In a flash | |
| I criedOh, goodbye girl of mine | |
| When it came time for me to go | |
| The buffalo had the last laugh | |
| Waiting at the gate they sneered | |
| They strut and pranced | |
| How did I know | |
| I thoughA thing like that | |
| A fling was only fleeting | |
| An instant in the distant past | |
| Meant to end not made to last | |
| You saw me off at the station | |
| In your leopard print coat and hat | |
| It was so a cliche we had to laugh | |
| Waving at me as | |
| I leftBut when the laughter made us sadder | |
| Than the leaving could have had | |
| In a flash | |
| I criedGoodbye girl, it was a time | |
| What a time a time to remember | |
| Something that good | |
| Can' t last forever | |
| But now I wonder if | |
| It might have after all | |
| As the train pulled away, it hit me | |
| What I really would be missing | |
| As laughter could be | |
| Leaving wa not as bitter or sweet |
| Buffalo once roamed | |
| The great expanse of our country | |
| Now they stand in the sandbox | |
| In the corner of the city | |
| We had our picnics in the park | |
| Watching the bison mope | |
| Once a proud and noble beast | |
| Now the butt of our bad jokes | |
| You saw me off at the station | |
| In your leopard print coat and hat | |
| It was so a cliché we had to laugh | |
| Waving at me as | |
| I leftBut when the laughter made us sadder | |
| Than the leaving could have had | |
| In a flash | |
| I criedOh, goodbye girl of mine | |
| When it came time for me to go | |
| The buffalo had the last laugh | |
| Waiting at the gate they sneered | |
| They strut and pranced | |
| How did I know | |
| I thoughA thing like that | |
| A fling was only fleeting | |
| An instant in the distant past | |
| Meant to end not made to last | |
| You saw me off at the station | |
| In your leopard print coat and hat | |
| It was so a cliché we had to laugh | |
| Waving at me as | |
| I leftBut when the laughter made us sadder | |
| Than the leaving could have had | |
| In a flash | |
| I criedGoodbye girl, it was a time | |
| What a time a time to remember | |
| Something that good | |
| Can' t last forever | |
| But now I wonder if | |
| It might have after all | |
| As the train pulled away, it hit me | |
| What I really would be missing | |
| As laughter could be | |
| Leaving wa not as bitter or sweet |