Give It Back to the Indians (Remastered)

Give It Back To The Indians - Ella Fitzgerald

Old peter minuet had nothing to lose

When he bought the isle of manhatten

For twenty-six dollars and a bottle of booze

And they threw in the bronx and staten

Pete thought that he had the best of the bargin

But the poor red man just grinned

And he grunted ugh meaning okay in his jargon

For he knew poor pete was skinned

Weve tried to run the city but the city ran away

And now peter minuet

We can't continue it

Broadways turning into coney

Champagne charlies drinking gin

Old new york is new and phony

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

Take all the reds on the boxes made for soap

Whites on fifth avenue

Blues down in wall street losing hope

Big bargain today chief take it away

Come you busted city slickers

Better take it on the chin

Father nick has lost his knickers

Give it back to the indians

Take all the reds on the boxes made for soap

Whites on fifth avenue

Blues down in wall street losing hope

Big bargain today chief take it away

Come you busted city slickers

Better take it on the chin

Father nick has lost his knickers

Give it back to the indians