Send the Indian chief and his tommy-hawk
That anyone else could love you like I do
To all the bucks down the Cripple Creek
Tell the lawyer to settle his case
That every dimple on your dimpled cheek is mine, so to speak
Back to little rain in the face
Send the Indian chief and his tommy-hawk
I'm gonna send a hot communeek
Back to little rain in the face
I'll be changin' my home address for you, follow through, babe
Tell the lawyer to settle his case
That anyone else could love you like I do
And every tick of my ticker ticks for you, follow through
Confidentially, I confess send a note to the local press
'Cause you know, know it couldn't be true
No, no, no it couldn't be true
Tell the doc to stick to his practice
And a lot of little birds in the blue
That you're the chick with the slickest tricks
And neither fish nor fowl says the wise old owl
'Cause you know, know it couldn't be true
Could love you any more than I do
That anyone else could love you like I do
I'm gonna warn all the dead-eyed dicks
Could love you any more than I do
There's a barrel of fish in the ocean
That anyone else could love you like I do
No, no, no it couldn't be true
No, no, no it couldn't be true
Neither doctor, lawyer nor Indian chief
That anyone else could love you like I do, like I do
Tell the doc to stick to his practice
