Too many people coming out the woods like hungry wolf looking for fight or stampeding in terror when see horny braves coming with sharp tomahawk and fresh scalp collection.

At last with my other two brothers
I had the chance to finally meet,
one smelled like being from Yer-say
the other looked a real Pawnee.

But they said that their names were
the dirty one, Brother Ed “Yer-say Devil”
and for the fancy one wearing helmet
with big horns was called Ed PeeWee.

I don’t know if I like so much to have
those Pale Faces messing with my family,
but to fight squaws on the warpath
a few more braves is what I need.

So I called to a distant cousin of my
from the honorable tribe of Fukabees,
got his name scalping the wrong people
of “Always Lost,” something like it.

And thanks the Great Spirit, far away
a more distant cousin of the tribe of Fees
was awarded, because he bathes so much,
Huwkapiteemah, or “Seat-Polished-Clean.”

Squaw of PeeWee Ed, was in warpath,
you can count for a fight to get one Apache
get in cohort with double tongue rattlesnake
calling herself “Southern Comfort” Cherokee.

May, may, so many Indian Princesses we get
if we poke the wasp nest just a little bit,
coming out is Cheyenne “Shining Moonstone”
and “Turtle Shell Shoes” Princess from Apaches.

To be no less in their head count here is coming
from Choctaws the Princess “Lacy-Things”
and a Pale Face woman with the head on fire
calling herself “The-Belle-Rouge” with a whip.

We have thrown our spears to stab the ground
challenging anyone that dares against our will;
now, my juicy little Princesses, here we are,
horny braves coming to all ya for a battle orgy.




PS: braves, watch out for red-coats Walt and Andy
they are with bunch that shot man in the back
when no looking…or making it with squaw.

PPS: red-coat pale face John Leko sells good fire-water!!!