Album of the week The Wild Tchoupitoulas (1976)

Verder, ik kan bevestigen dat dit bovendien een top-babyplaat is! Mijn kleine van 8maand is hier met zijn kont aant schudden, ni normaal. Beslis zelf maar of het een compliment is, maar deze gaat in elk geval meer gedraaid worden in de woonkamer hier de komende tijd. :p
Een mooier compliment kan ik niet bedenken!
 
Bonuspunten voor de onbegrijpbare lyrics die je toch wil meezingen.
De lyrics van Indian Red gaan over de samenstelling van een 'gang' of 'crew'.

"We are Iiiiindians, Iiiiiindians. Indians of the nation, the wild, wild creation.
We won't kneel down, not on the ground. Oh how I love to hear them call my Indian Red."


Dan volgt hetzelfde met "I got a spyyyyy boy..." en "I got a flaaaag boy..." en "I am the biiiiig chief..."


Van Meet the Boys on the Battlefront zijn er ook lyrics beschikbaar:

Meet de boys on the Battlefront
Yeah, the Wild Tchoupitoulas gonna stomp some rump!

Oh the prettiest little thing that I ever seen
Mardi gras Injuns down in New Orleans
Sewed all night and they sewed all day;
Mardi Gras mornin' went all the way

Meet de boys on the Battlefront
Yeah, the wild Tchoupitoulas gonna stomp some rump!

Injuns comin' from all over town
Big Chief singin', gonna take 'em down
A Jackimo feeno, hey-la-hey
Injuns are rulers on the holiday

Meet de boys on the Battlefront
Yeah, the Wild Tchoupitoulas gonna stomp some rump!

Mardi Gras morning won't be long
Gonna play Injuns, gonna carry on
Maskers runnin' up and down the avenue
Here come the Injuns, let 'em through

Meet de boys on the Battlefront
Yeah, the Wild Tchoupitoulas gonna stomp some rump!

I'm an Injun ruler from the thirteenth ward
A big Chief Kahuna and I won't be bought
I walked through fire and I swam through mud
Snatched the feathers from an eagle, drank panther blood!

Meet de boys on the Battlefront
Yeah, the Wild Tchoupitoulas gonna stomp some rump!

Got an itty bitty spy, got a heart of steel
If his shank won't get you, his hatchet will
Gedde may hocko m'yoo na no
He shoot the gun in the jailhouse door

Meet de boys on the Battlefront
Yeah, the Wild Tchoupitoulas gonna stomp some rump!

I'll bring my gang all over town
Drink firewater til the sun goes down
We get back home, we're gonna kneel and pray
We had some fun on the holiday

Meet de boys on the Battlefront
Yeah, the Wild Tchoupitoulas gonna stomp some rump!
 
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