If
your temper's getting the top hand,
all you gotta do is just stop and pass that peace pipe, bury that hatchet like the
Choctaws,
Chickasaws,
Chattanoogas,
Chippewas do.
If you're feelin' mad as a wet hen mad as you can possibly get,
then pass that peace
pipe and bury that tomahawk
like those
Chichimex
Cherokees,
Chapultepecs too.
Don't be cranky, try to use a little restraint,
fold that hanky, and wipe off all that wallpaper.
And if you find yourself in a fury, be your own judge,
be your own jury, pass that peace
pipe and bury that hatchet like the
Choctaws,
Chickasaws,
Chattahooches,
Chippewas do.
If you wanna hover out west too,
you will soon discover it's best to pass that peace
Part and bury that hatchet like the
Cho -Chos,
Changos,
Chattanoogas,
Cheeky -Ros, do
Even in colonial days you knew the
ceremonial ways to pass that piece
Part and bury that tomahawk like those chikoodomies,
jef frejets, and chickpeas do
Pull your ears in,
try to use a little control
When all clears in, you be top man,
I'm a totem pole
So if you wanna be an alright guy,
not a nasty blues in the night
Got past that peace pipe
and dispatch it
When you quarrel, you better batch it
Past that peace pipe and
bury that hatchet
Like the
Choctaws,
Chickasaws,
Chattahooches,
Chippewas
Those
Chichimex,
Cherokees,
Chipultepecs
And those
Chicutamese,
Shepherdsheds and
Chicopees
With
Jojo's,
Django's,
Chattanooga's,
Chicago's
Dudes!