If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their household
Somehow it would not pass inspection
The big chief railed on
And spun his tales of brave conquest
About the moving of his little band
Up to alaska
Where the caribou run free
See he had been there putting in telephone lines
For the army during world war ii
Even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon
For the little indians to see
And some mukluks and some sealskin gloves
And a coat with beads around the collar
His wife kept them in the mothballs
Underneath the hudson bays
And every once and a while he'd get all wound up
With one of his stories, he'd put them all on
And dance around in that blue tv light