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Sideburns in the shape of a prairie province, |
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Bookcased his face, baby |
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He looked alot like Elvis, |
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Long before his name became disgraced, |
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Back when he was young, |
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Taking care of business in a flash, |
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I met him at the Head Smashed |
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In Buffalo Jump, Yeah. |
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I met him at the Head Smashed |
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In Buffalo Jump, Yeah |
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He sang deep and low, |
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Well, he sang in baritone, |
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And he sang about the buffalo, |
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He sang about home sweet home, |
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He sang about cool hot rods |
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And shiny UFO's. |
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He did not sing about, |
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What he did not know. No, no. |
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I met him at the... |
