We are the red men tall and quaint
In our feathers and warpaint
Pow wow, pow wow
We're the men of the Old Dun Cow
All of us are red men
Feathers in our head men
Down among the dead men
Pow wow, pow wow
We can fight with sticks and stones
Bows and arrows, bricks and bones
Pow wow, pow wow...
We come home from fighting wars
Greeted by our long-nosed squaws
Pow wow, pow wow
We come home from fighting snakes
Mix their innards in our cakes
Pow wow, pow wow
We're the men of the Old Dun Cow
All of us are red men
Feathers in our head men
Down among the dead men
Pow wow, pow wow