Meet the Boys on the Battlefront Lyrics

Meet De Boys On The Battlefront x3
where the Wild Tchoupitoulas gonna stomp some rump =/(Chorus)/Well the prettiest little thing that I ever see
is the mardi gras indians down in new orleans
he sewed all night and he sewed all day
Mardi Gras morning went all the way/(Chorus)/Indians coming from all over town
big chief singing "gonna take em down"
jockomo filo ela hey (??)
indians are rulers on the holiday/(Chorus)/Mardi Gras morning won't be long
gonna play indians, gonna carry on
maskers running up and down the avenue
and here come the indians, let em through/(Chorus)/I'm an indian ruler from the thirteenth ward
third sifahuna of all before
I walk through fire and I smell through mud
snagged the feathers from an eagle, drink panther's blood/(Chorus)/While the itty-bitty spy got a heart of steel
if his shank won't get you, his hatchet will
gelo me hacko noona no (??)
he shoot the gun in the jailhouse door/(Chorus)/I'll bring my gang all over town
and drink fire water till the sun go down

when we get back home we gonna kneel and pray
we had some fun on the holiday/(Chorus)/
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