This here's the story of the Buff Medways
Of how they restored rock and roll to the world's airwaves
'Cause you might have heard history and got it all wrong
And this here misconception's the reason for this song
I've been playing rock and roll for going on thirty years
Some call it punk but I only listen to the cheers
And many a popstar's tipped his hat at our faction
But not one of those squares has given us a piece of the action
From Kurt Cobain to Jackie White
They've all revered us from their great height
Now we're grateful for crumbs that may fall from the table
But we haven't been crushed yet -- therein lies the fable
I was once Tracy Emin's trusted friend
But when she became famous, she said it all must end
And Kylie Minogue even quoted my poetry
Til she found out that I'd been derogatory
You'd have thought John Peel would have been our friend
But there was only silence from his end
You'd think there'd some money, but I tell you as such
The labels and the clubs are as tight as the Dutch
I was asked to appear on Celebrity Big Brother
But only because I'd been some two-bit artist's lover
The New York Times called me the king of garage rock
But that's before The Stripes half-inched the bleedin' lot
We're named after a chicken that's extinct
We're the last of the Buff Medway's and I'm sure you think
That never in the history of the world was there a finer band
I'm Mr. Wild Billy Childish and I'm your man
(Bugger the Buffs)
We've gotten off
(Bugger the Buffs)
Provided some of the finest rock and roll
(Bugger the Buffs)
To all and sundry
(Bugger the Buffs)
Shake your tambourine
(Bugger the Buffs)
Play your guitar so crazy
(Bugger the Buffs)
By God the Buffs
(Bugger the Buffs)
Ai-sha-co-co
(Bugger the Buffs)
Shake your maracas too
(Bugger the Buffs)
Mmm, that's nice