Ella Fitzgerald - Give It Back To The Indians Lyrics
Old peter minuet had nothing to lose when he bought the isle of manhattenFor twenty-six dollars and a bottle of booze and they threw in the bronx and statenPete 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 minuetWe cant continue it...Broadways turning into coney,Champagne charlies drinking gin,Old new york is new and phonyGive 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 soapWhites on fifth avenueBlues down in wall street losing hope..Big bargain today...chief take it away!Come you busted city slickers,Better take it on the chinFather nick has lost his knickersGive it back to the indians!<instrumental break>Take all the reds, on the boxes made for soapWhites on fifth avenueBlues down in wall street losing hope..Big bargain today...chief take it away!Come you busted city slickers,Better take it on the chinFather nick has lost his knickersGive it back to the indians!
