Lyrics

They put a white guy in tan make-up
They put a black wig on his head
It's no wonder we ain't on tee-vee
They all think we're dead

They write songs and they make movies
About Indians long ago
All those pictures never look like
Indian folks I know

CHORUS
Please do not (Please do not)
Touch the Indians
It's my world
My only home
Please do not (Please do not)
Touch the Indians
Way ya hey ya
Way ya hey yo

Old time westerns show warriors
As fools and as liars
Cartoon Indians dancing around
A captive set on fire

A producer takes a call
From a studio on the phone
They want him to remake "Geronimo"
With Sylvester Stallone

CHORUS

A so-called expert gave Hollywood
Knowledge that was a gem
"The best way to learn their history
Is to tell it all to them."

Don't expect to do much learnin'
From movies or Tee-Vee
They'll put Tipis in Seattle
Or Buffaloes in Chinle

CHORUS (twice)
Please do not (Please do not)
Touch the Indians
It's my world
My only home
Please do not (Please do not)
Touch the Indians
Way ya hey ya
Way ya hey yo

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