If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their household Somehow it would not pass inspection The big chief railed on And spun his tales of brave conquest About the moving of his little band Up to alaska Where the caribou run free See he had been there putting in telephone lines For the army during world war ii Even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon For the little indians to see And some mukluks and some sealskin gloves And a coat with beads around the collar His wife kept them in the mothballs Underneath the hudson bays And every once and a while he'd get all wound up With one of his stories, he'd put them all on And dance around in that blue tv light