New - Indians

If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their household

Somehow it would not pass inspection

The big chief railed on

And spun his tales of brave conquest

About the moving of his little band

Up to alaska

Where the caribou run free

See he had been there putting in telephone lines

For the army during world war ii

Even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon

For the little indians to see

And some mukluks and some sealskin gloves

And a coat with beads around the collar

His wife kept them in the mothballs

Underneath the hudson bays

And every once and a while he’d get all wound up

With one of his stories, he’d put them all on

And dance around in that blue tv light