In the ocean Cut, swim, deep the sky Like there, I don't know why In the forest, there's a clearing I run there towards the light Sky... It's a blue sky
Ten little Indian boys The first little Indian gave squaw pretty feather (Little Indian boy) The second little Indian made her an Indian dollar (Fighting
All day, all night you feel as if the earth could fly. Three more all for fine Indian gin and whisky dry, fine Indian gin and whiskey dry. Small town
Open up my heart and see what's inside, Take a look inside me, inside my mind And you'll see my heart is broke in two 'Cos I've seen the real you Images
She a mi cute likkle indian Indian gyal She wine her waist like a genie, and a pree mi Talk to me She scream out (Talk to me) Indian gyal (Sing to me) Indian
see the peace pipe burning low You criticize each little thing I do But listen baby, I've got news for you There's too many chiefs and not enough Indians
When I'm on my way for a nature walk I don't start to sing then I'll start to talk Where'd ya go Mrs. Sun? Ya juice it on up Re-tit on your tip And you
best. Better than all the rest. I love you, the best. Better than all the rest, That I meet in the summer. Indian summer. That I meet in the summer. Indian
Zone exclusive [Chorus: Elephant Man] + (Busta Rhymes) Jook and mek she go yippy yaddy yow yippy yaddy yow mi seh dah dee bo Like a indian gal a so she
Give it back to the Indians! Two cents more to smoke a Lucky, Dodging busses keep you thin, Now New York is simply ducky, Give it back to the Indians
As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee Oh I went to see my chieftain with my
Summer, you old Indian Summer You're the tear that comes after June-time's laughter You see so many dreams that don't come true Dreams we fashioned when
gospel dollar The poor man walks in sin I can't get no entrance The doors all in rows I pray into the distance Let me outta these heavy clothes I beg Indian
again] And the horse is leaving me running out of space running out of reach you're not the one you think you are since you were born an Indian tribe
indiana Indiana here I come I'm Goin' back to indiana Cause that's where my baby's from Okay Tito you got It! Guitar Solo Chorus I'm Goin' back to indiana
