Give It Back To The Indians

Give It Back To The Indians - Ella Fitzgerald

Written by：Rodgers/Hart

Old peter minuet had nothing to lose

When he bought the isle of manhattan

For twenty six dollars and 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

We`ve tried to run the city

But the city ran away

And now 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 buses 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