Old Peter Minuet had nothing to lose when he bought the isle of Manhatten
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For twenty-six dollars and a bottle of booze and they threw in the Bronx and Staten
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Pete thought that he had the best of the bargin but the poor red man just grinned,
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And he grunted "ugh!" meaning okay in his jargon for he knew poor Pete was skinned.
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We've tried to run the city....but the city ran away...
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And now Peter Minuet
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We can't continue it...
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Broadway's turning into Coney,
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Champagne Charlie's drinking gin,
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Old New York is new and phony
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Give it back to the Indians!
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Two cents more to smoke a Lucky,
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Dodging busses keep you thin,
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Now New York is simply ducky,
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Give it back to the Indians!
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Take all the reds, on the boxes made for soap
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Whites on Fifth Avenue
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Blues down in Wall Street losing hope..
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Big bargain today...Chief take it away!
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Come you busted city slickers,
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Better take it on the chin
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Father Nick has lost his knickers
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Give it back to the Indians!
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[Instrumental Break]
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Take all the reds, on the boxes made for soap
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Whites on Fifth Avenue
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Blues down in Wall Street losing hope..
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Big bargain today...Chief take it away!
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Come you busted city slickers,
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Better take it on the chin
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Father Nick has lost his knickers
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Give it back to the Indians!
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Correction by Arthur
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Give It Back To The Indians
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| Ray Charles |
