They ride with a blarin' radio
Four in a 4x4 their bellies full of brandy
As they burst into the bar

A Zimbo in the corner
Out for a quiet night just mindin' his own business
But they had to pick a fight

They called him names, insulted him and continued with their pitch
But things got nasty when they called him a son of a bitch

Well he thought, I'm the son of a dagga boy
Who grappled around this land
Fought at any tangent and repulsed any man

I'm the son of a dagga boy
A thrasher and a hurricane
You never know with an old buffalo
And that's how he got his name

The one that grabbed him from behind
Couldn't do too much, he got a Zimbo vellie heel
Dinkom in the crotch

The 2 that came in from the sides
Got a big surprise, they got 2 bony fingers
Stuck into their eyes

The one that came in from the front
Threw a punch that went amiss
And when he came in closer
He got a Bulawayo kiss

He got it from the son of a dagga boy
Who grappled around this land
Fought at any tangent and repulsed any man

He got it from the son of a dagga boy
A thrasher and a hurricane
You never know with an old buffalo
And that's how he got his name

When it was all over
The Zimbo grabbed his hat and finished his Chibuli
Before it got too flat

He asked the barman for a scrap of paper and a pen
And wrote a note and stuck it
On the 4x4's windscreen

And then the 4 recovered
And as they left they bled, they found the Zimbo's message
And this is what it read

I'm the son of a dagga boy
Who grappled around this land
Fought at any tangent and repulsed any man

I'm the son of a dagga boy
A thrasher and a hurricane
You never know with an old buffalo
And that's how he got his name

Oh, I'm the son of a dagga boy
Who grappled around this land
Fought at any tangents and repulsed any man

I'm the son of a dagga boy
A thrasher and a hurricane
You never know with an old buffalo
And that's how he got his name

You never know with an old buffalo
And that's how he got his name
That's how he got his name
That's how he got his name