He is a hardest bun and his hat is big
He wasn't beaten into pancake he is not so thin
He rolling to the freedom and he is really fast
Just try to catch him - all you'll see is dust
He is rolling, riding, jumping and fear none
He is yellow like a sun cause he is the bun!
Grannie tried to eat him with an orange jam
But she had to suck it - he escaped from them
In a prairie of Texas he has found his home
Comanche tribes called him yellow stone
He is rolling, riding, jumping and fear none
He is yellow like a sun cause he is the bun!
He comes to saloon to drink a beer
And then he joins a fight without a fear
No one can beat him, cause he's so round
And under sounds of ragtime he's going out
Travelers and cowboys could see him on the run
But don't you try to hit him - he has a big gun
The Bun Video (MV)
Performed By: Witch's'kill
Language: English
Length: 3:58
Written by: Ivan Stolyarov, Inessa Stolyarova
Witch's'kill - The Bun Lyrics
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He is a hardest bun and his hat is big
He wasn't beaten into pancake he is not so thin
He rolling to the freedom and he is really fast
Just try to catch him - all you'll see is dust
He is rolling, riding, jumping and fear none
He is yellow like a sun cause he is the bun!
Grannie tried to eat him with an orange jam
But she had to suck it - he escaped from them
In a prairie of Texas he has found his home
Comanche tribes called him yellow stone
He is rolling, riding, jumping and fear none
He is yellow like a sun cause he is the bun!
He comes to saloon to drink a beer
And then he joins a fight without a fear
No one can beat him, cause he's so round
And under sounds of ragtime he's going out
Travelers and cowboys could see him on the run
But don't you try to hit him - he has a big gun
He wasn't beaten into pancake he is not so thin
He rolling to the freedom and he is really fast
Just try to catch him - all you'll see is dust
He is rolling, riding, jumping and fear none
He is yellow like a sun cause he is the bun!
Grannie tried to eat him with an orange jam
But she had to suck it - he escaped from them
In a prairie of Texas he has found his home
Comanche tribes called him yellow stone
He is rolling, riding, jumping and fear none
He is yellow like a sun cause he is the bun!
He comes to saloon to drink a beer
And then he joins a fight without a fear
No one can beat him, cause he's so round
And under sounds of ragtime he's going out
Travelers and cowboys could see him on the run
But don't you try to hit him - he has a big gun
Writer: Ivan Stolyarov, Inessa Stolyarova
Copyright: Lyrics © Iricom US Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Iricom US Ltd