Indian Hills

Chorus:
Indian Hills
Indian Hills
No Indians live there
No Indians will
Indian Hills
Indian Hills
All my white bros and sisters were raised
In Indian Hills
Uh huh uh

Hey, nonny nonny nonny, ho hi ho
Hey, nonny nonny nonny, ho hi ho
Hey, nonny nonny nonny, ho hi ho
Hey, nonny nonny nonny, ho hi ho

The land of Wonder Bread
And Cadillac De Ville
The sky devoid of rain
Our tribe devoid of will

We sent each other messages
Via Etch-a-Sketch
How mommy was an angel
And daddy just a letch

We kept a close society
Of nothing much to speak of
We wore our navy jumpers
Up so high you’d get a peek of

Repeat chorus

The rabbits in the garden
The cardinal flying high
No dating all the others
The elders would decry

Why do you like those Jewish boys?
My auntie would lament
Why can’t you find one of your own
And throw him in your tent?

The endless joy that I would get
From all her aggravation
I’d smoke my signals all around
The whole Caucasian nation

Repeat chorus

©(p) 2000 Rosa Hosa (ASCAP)