Ten little indians standing in a row, all dressed up but nowhere to go Lookin' for a target, lookin' for a man
Just get me outta here, it's not the place my mind's been thinkin' on Just push me out again, it's no use hangin' 'round or hangin' on
Seven little indians standing in a row The compere walks on the stage and he says "Sing it girls" But the band's no good and the song don't cut it
Just get me outta here, it's not the place my mind's been thinkin' on Just push me out again, it's no use hangin' 'round or hangin' on, hangin' on
Chorus: Come on, let's go tonight, we got a brand new way to celebrate it Ohh, I got this rage to love Baby, it's so right, and if you feel it, great! Dedicate it Ohh, I got this rage to love
Three little indians cryin' in their make-up, nobody stops and nobody cares
Just get me outta here, it's not the place my mind's been thinkin' on