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Ten little Indians standing in a line |
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One stood looking at another man's wife |
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Then there were nine |
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Nine little Indians |
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Their hearts were full of hate |
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One took another's goods |
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Then there were eight |
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Eight little Indians |
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They just got down from Heaven |
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One told a lie about another's best friend |
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Then there were seven |
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Seven little Indians |
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All trying to get their kicks |
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One thought he'd found another way |
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To get to Heaven, then there were six |
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Six little Indians |
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All trying to stay alive |
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One took another's life |
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Then there were five |
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Five little Indians |
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All trying to find the door |
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One pulled his mother down |
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Then there were four |
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Four little Indians |
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All thinking that they gotta be free |
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One little Indian forgot to say his prayers |
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Then there were three |
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Three little Indians |
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Deciding what they're gonna have to do |
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One took the name of God in vain |
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Then there were two |
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Two little Indians |
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Thinking that they oughta have some fun |
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One took a liking to a picture of himself |
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Then there was one |
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One little Indian |
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Out looking for the sun |
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At six o'clock, the moon came out |
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Then there was none |
