Give It Back to the Indians

Lyrics
[Intro] Old Peter Minuit had nothing to lose When he bought the isle of Manhattan 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 bargain 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 Minuit We can't continue it [Verse 1] Broadway's turning into Coney Champagne Charlie's drinking gin Old New York is new and phony Give it back to the Indians [Verse 2] Two cents more to smoke a Lucky Dodging buses keeps you thin Now New York is simply ducky Give it back to the Indians [Bridge] 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 [Verse 3] Come, you busted city slickers Better take it on the chin Father Knick has lost his knickers Give it back to the Indians [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] 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 [Verse 3] Come, you busted city slickers Better take it on the chin Father Knick has lost his knickers Give it back to the Indians!
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Credits
- Writers
- Richard Rodgers
- Lorenz Hart