We are the red men tall and quaint
In our feathers and war paint
Pow wow, pow wow
We are the men of the old Dun cow
All of us are red men (fingers down face)
Feathers in our head men (fingers at back of head)
Down among the dead men (fingers across throat, make zip noise)
Pow wow, pow wow
We don’t fight with sticks and stones
Bows and arrows, bricks and bones
Pow wow, pow wow
We are all the men of the old Dun cow
All of us are red men (fingers down face)
Feathers in our head men (fingers at back of head)
Down among the dead men (fingers across throat, make zip noise)
Pow wow