Lyrics: The Crimea. Baby Boom.

We're just a bunch of buffalos
Getting slaughtered
We're all Red Indians
We love firewater

We're just a bunch of buffalos
Getting slaughtered
We're all Red Indians
We love firewater

You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested
In getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom

We're just a bunch of buffalos
Getting slaughtered
We're all Red Indians
We love firewater

You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested
In getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom

You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
At your place this afternoon

You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested
In getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom

No one said it?s gonna be easy darling
It won?t get better
No one said it's gonna be hard
It won?t get better