These savages must learn: enough's enough.
...Golly, that's an awful lot of Sioux.
They only want us to believe they're tough.
We're white men, lads! So let us call their bluff.
Give me eighty men and I'll ride through!
We'll show them what they get when they play rough.
It won't take long. Our garments won't get scuffed.
...Golly, that's an awful lot of Sioux.
They think they're men. They're peacocks, chests all puffed.
No meat to them, boys, just a bit of fluff.
Give me eighty men and I'll ride through!
Crazy Horse? He'll fall with one good cuff.
They're wily, but we'll win. How's that for chuffed?
...Golly, that's an awful lot of Sioux.
A hothead, am I? Cruel and harsh, and gruff?
Who better, then, to call the cowards' bluff?
Give me eighty men and I'll ride through!
...Golly, that's an awful lot of Sioux.
