Fitzgerald Ella Give It Back To The Indians Lyrics

Give It Back To The Indians Lyrics

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.
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 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!

instrumental break

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!