it's A lot of long-legged chicks in short-ass dresses Go find you one Go get your dance on, go grind on one, damn Go find you one Go get your dance on
Georgette Magritte With their dog after the war Returned to their hotel suite And they unlocked the door Easily losing their evening clothes They danced
when did the Indians dance Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Then
crime Who's skin blacker than mine? Black spades, givin' lames black eyes Black foot indian drive, black berries Black Pelle Pelle's, black Israeli go to war
what's mine I don't believe them And I don't believe you I suspect everything you do 'Cause you are like a Bad Indian Bad Indian Do your war dance
You invite me to a war party me no wanna go Everybody seem to be inviting me To a war party me no wanna go Heard about the last one so thanks but-no thank
be afraid 'Cause the indians won't fight 'til day break Ah ah an Indian War. Ah ah an Indian War. Ah ah an Indian Old Sitting Bull said we won't take
held her high Stood an Indian, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won?t answer anymore Not that whiskey drinking Indian Or Marine who went to war
border If he didn't get some water So he got a stick and dug the Rio Grande While a tribe of painted Indians did a war dance Pecos started shooting
they grand pianos, a general Call shots like I?m Joe Bonanno, what The West is back, sep this dude ain?t black He Latino Dogg and he rock Gringos Black, Indians
trying bring your campaign West-Indian dance we bring about our rain Like Hurricane, let the people sing (Verse 2) In war plan for peace in peace plan for war
you've eaten" I'm not hungry "O, we meant beaten" Silver stream, silvery scream, Impossible concentration Here come the comedians Look at them smile Watch them dance An indian
dissin' them On reservations and yeah A hopeless situation Cry for the Indians Die for the Indians Cry for the Indians Cry, cry, cry for the Indians War dance
music, mek di kette drum talk Indian a beat di kette drum when a war Ethiopian a answer back from far Now Jamaicans a beat di kette an a dance People
' to a war path Move up the warpath Dance of death Run around the red fire Thump thump thump thump War dance all night long War dance all night long War dance
got through Insurrection, beheadin's, funerals and weddin's Hurricanes and a World War or Two Chorus Hurricanes and a World War or Two We're Kinja
putting in telephone lines For the army during World War II And even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon For the little Indians to see And some