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There were seven little indians<br />Living in a brick house on<br />Central avenue<br />Gathered ?round their daddy<br />Tellin? stories in the living room<br />From a slightly unrealistic point of view<br />Momma was off yonder in the kitchen somewhere<br />Boiling up some hot water for them to all get up to their necks in<br />The seven little indians new<br />If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their household<br />Somehow it would not pass inspection<br />The big chief railed on<br />And spun his tales of brave conquest<br />About the moving of his little band<br />Up to alaska<br />Where the caribou run free<br />See he had been there putting in telephone lines<br />For the army during world war ii<br />Even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon<br />For the little indians to see<br />And some mukluks and some sealskin gloves<br />And a coat with beads around the collar<br />His wife kept them in the mothballs<br />Underneath the hudson bays<br />And every once and a while he?d get all wound up<br />With one of his stories, he?d put them all on<br />And dance around in that blue tv light<br />Like it was some campfire blazing away<br />Well he stamped and he hollered<br />But he could not stay warm in that living room<br />And even the seven little indians could feel the chill<br />And although everything always worked<br />Out for the better in all of his stories<br />In that old brick house it always felt like<br />Something was movin? in for the kill<br />Blazing like a trail<br />Shot through the eyes of the seven little indians<br />Blazing like the sheets of light dancing up in the sky<br />Up above anchorage<br />Blazing like a star shot down to the ground<br />Back home again in indiana<br />Now it finally got so quiet you could hear a pin drop<br />They started dropping like flies<br />The oldest little indian got sick and vanished<br />The big chief went two years later<br />The mother raised the six little indians up<br />The best she could<br />To be housewives, musicians, and insurance salesmen<br />But they all shared this common denominator<br />You see, all the characters in the big chief?s stories<br />Were named after the seven little indians<br />And like I said, in his stories everything<br />Always worked out for the better<br />And now as I?m telling this stuff to my own kids<br />Dancing around in that blue tv light<br />Well, I wish I had those mukluks, those sealskin gloves<br />And that coat with beads around the collar
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There were seven little indians<br />Living in a brick house on<br />Central avenue<br />Gathered ?round their daddy<br />Tellin? stories in the living room<br />From a slightly unrealistic point of view<br />Momma was off yonder in the kitchen somewhere<br />Boiling up some hot water for them to all get up to their necks in<br />The seven little indians new<br />If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their household<br />Somehow it would not pass inspection<br />The big chief railed on<br />And spun his tales of brave conquest<br />About the moving of his little band<br />Up to alaska<br />Where the caribou run free<br />See he had been there putting in telephone lines<br />For the army during world war ii<br />Even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon<br />For the little indians to see<br />And some mukluks and some sealskin gloves<br />And a coat with beads around the collar<br />His wife kept them in the mothballs<br />Underneath the hudson bays<br />And every once and a while he?d get all wound up<br />With one of his stories, he?d put them all on<br />And dance around in that blue tv light<br />Like it was some campfire blazing away<br />Well he stamped and he hollered<br />But he could not stay warm in that living room<br />And even the seven little indians could feel the chill<br />And although everything always worked<br />Out for the better in all of his stories<br />In that old brick house it always felt like<br />Something was movin? in for the kill<br />Blazing like a trail<br />Shot through the eyes of the seven little indians<br />Blazing like the sheets of light dancing up in the sky<br />Up above anchorage<br />Blazing like a star shot down to the ground<br />Back home again in indiana<br />Now it finally got so quiet you could hear a pin drop<br />They started dropping like flies<br />The oldest little indian got sick and vanished<br />The big chief went two years later<br />The mother raised the six little indians up<br />The best she could<br />To be housewives, musicians, and insurance salesmen<br />But they all shared this common denominator<br />You see, all the characters in the big chief?s stories<br />Were named after the seven little indians<br />And like I said, in his stories everything<br />Always worked out for the better<br />And now as I?m telling this stuff to my own kids<br />Dancing around in that blue tv light<br />Well, I wish I had those mukluks, those sealskin gloves<br />And that coat with beads around the collar
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