It was a cold day in London Dark clouds rumbling Grabbed the yellow pages under the bed I noticed an ad, it said 'Indian summer', '10 days of wonder' '
As he awoke that evening with the smell of wood-smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted teepee He went to see his chieftain with his
Step in the club head low with the lights down Made my way to the floor fellas gather 'round Step my hips out there make 'em point and step Feel the heat
When I'm calling you, ooh If you answer too, ooh That means that I offer my love to you To be your own If you refuse me, I will be blue And waiting all
There once was an Indian brave by the name of yellow hand He fell in love with a maiden know as white sands They vowed their love would last forever more
They're my Indian in-laws Came to visit me and my squaw Been here for a month y'all I'm 'bout to lose my mind I'm sick and tired of her paw-paw Eatin
Timabaland's flow infamous Allow me to assemble this flow with limitless style For all man, woman and innocent child I have no perimeter Break all barriers
O come here shorty. i like you. What? you like me 2? I dont understand a word your sayin but let me talk 2 u. I got my eyez on u (mera raja) Baby let
I feel as if I have been buried alive For the best part of five hundred years My body encased in a mountain of waste Until one day my face reappears ****
He came from the mountains to our little town And he never spoke a word. But he played every day in a lovely way Little tunes I had never heard. When
Schön war Sie, die PrärieAlles war, wunderbar Da kam an, weißer Mann wollte baun, Eisenbahn. Ref.: Da sprach der alte Häuptling der
ANNIE OAKLEY and INDIAN CHORUS: Ook-a-looka Gah-hay-la-kinka La-ha-hoo-way Hoo-way ANNIE: Like the Chippewa, Iroquois, Omaha... Like those Indians I
Mighty cooty fiyo, hey la hey, hey la hey I've got a Big Chief, Big Chief Big Chief of the nation Wild, wild creation He won't bow down Down on the
Fuckin' fag, kill 'em Kill the fuckin' Indian
If you ever go out to the circus Where the Wallendas walk on the wire I'll tell you a tale to remember When the white horses leap rings of fire It
As I awoke this evening With the smell of wood smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hanging Upon a painted tepee Oh, I went to see my chieftain With my
All day, all night you feel as if the earth could fly Three more all for fine Indian Gin and whiskey dry Fine Indian Gin and whiskey dry Small town ,
i»?Drivin ?N? Cryin Indian Song I am an indian I?ve been travelin through your highways and your byways I found