The Inca Ruler.
over 1000 year's old.
I'm Pachacuti, the Incan Lord All other tribes dreaded My name means 'He who shakes the Earth' Not that I'm big-headed When it comes to claiming nearby lands I was the type to risk it But it's how I treat dead enemies That really took the biscuit I drink from their skull (Do the Pachacuti) Pull out their teeth whole (Do the Pachacuti) Turn teeth into charms (Do the Pachacuti) Make flutes out of their arms (Pachacuti!) Once on the hillside my troupes hid to cause a rifle stride And when they jumped out it looked like the ground had come to life The rocks they are my warriors I then used to boast And that little lie helped us win wars But violence helped the most I drink from their skull (Do the Pachacuti) Pull out their teeth whole (Do the Pachacuti) Turn teeth into charms (Do the Pachacuti) Make flutes out of their arms (Pachacuti!) If you were a rival chief We'd kill you fast and then We'd stuff you like a scarecrow But one for scaring men We'd rest your biny fingers on The stretched skin of your belly And in the breeze tap at that tum Like a drum, but more smelly I drink from their skull (Do the Pachacuti) Pull put their teeth whole (Do the Pachacuti) Use their skin as a drum (Do the Pachcuti) I've never had so much fun! (pachacuti!)