كلمات Onward the Indian

When I'm on my way for a nature walk I don't start to sing then I'll start to talk Where'd ya go Mrs. Sun? Ya juice it on up Re-tit on your tip And you squeeze it on up When I'm on my nerves on a shaky show I don't start to warm 'til you start to glow When your arms learn to breathe, they stick to your sleeve When your sleeves learn to walk, your legs learn to leave When your leaves learn to stay, your legs run away I was born in May then he moved away At the end of June into mid-July Now I'm on my way Now I'm on my way