Ten little indians standin' in a row

all dressed up but nowhere to go.
Lookin' for a target
lookin' for a man.

Just get me out of 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 standin' in a row

The compere walks on the stage and he says:
Sing it Girls
- okay.
But the band's not good and the song don't cut it.
Tust get me out for here

it's not the place my mind's been thinkin' on. . . .
Hangin' on.

Come on
let's go tonight

we gotta brand-new way to celebrate it.
Oh
I got this rage to love.
Baby
it's so right
and if you feel it

Great! Dedicate it. Oh
I got this rage to love.

Three little indians cryin' in their make-up

Nobody stops and nobody cares.
Just get me out of here

it's not the place my mind's been thinkin' on. ...
Hangin' on.
Come on
let's go tonight

we gotta brand-new way to celebrate it. ...

Come on
let's go tonight

we gotta brand-new way to celebrate it. ...
Oh
it's just this age to
oh

I got this rage to love.
I got this rage to love
I got

I got
I got
I got
I got

I got this rage to love.