around. We'll play. Cowboys and Indians. I'll be around and around and around and around I am a man with things to sell. And I sell them for the highest bid. I know my job, I do it well. I think
Indians. Around this house. Baby, I'm tired of this old game we play. Called cat and mouse If you don't give just a little bit more. We're both gonna lose this race. 'Cause there's too many chiefs and
There were seven little Indians. Livin' in a brick house on Central Avenue. Gathered 'round their daddy. Tellin' stories in the living room From a slightly unrealistic point of view. Momma was
Peter Minuet. We can't continue it Broadway's turning into Coney. Champagne Charlie's drinking gin. Old New York is new and phony. Give it back to the Indians Two cents more to smoke a Lucky. Dodging
Cowboys and Indians, heteros and gays. Blacks and whites and all of their ways. Their all dancing underneath the moon Lawyers and army men, the left and the right. The preachers and communists, oh