Give It Back To The Indians 歌詞
Give It Back To The Indians - Ella Fitzgerald/Rodgers/Hart
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 in dians