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Sitting Bull

Would tell about a festival

Would be in a big group

With a headcount of fourty-seven

Kennedies are coming

With Sitting Bull

They’re arriving drunken

Others vamoose as wild geese

Sitting Bull’s sitting down

Those who quips

With head he kills

Lots of mohawks’re among them

Kennedy’s the big boss

Sitting Bull is the greatest there

His mohawk shines to celestial spheres

Blonde is a beast

But Sitting Bull is wild beast

Blonde’s arm has a size of one hundred and twenty

But Sitting Bull’s has one hundred and twenty-eight

He stands his ground everywhere

In Pest, in Vienna and where it needs

Has no match in the wide world

Sitting Bull’s the king of punks

Sitting Bull, I love you

A poem’s oozed to you

Sitting Bull, you’ll be the boss

For your honour I'll bow as guards

Sitting Bull

Sitting Bull