Well I see, you see, you in color You're not my friend, and you're not my brother We agree to be enemies The Queen called, and she wants her land back I suggest that you do just that Black briefcase, with a silver lining Open it up, and look inside see Well I see, you see, you in color Now we're friends, yes, we're blood brothers, part Cherokee and quarter Shawnee You saw what happened at Wounded Knee