Song Lyrics

A medicine man I met
Said don't get yourself in a sweat
When things look gray,
Just shrug and say:
"It musta been somethin' I et!"
"So don't get yourself in a snit, " he said,
"Tuck your tantrums into your kit instead
"It's disarming to be charming,"
Quoth the medicine man,
Whom all agree it's plain to see
Nobody could be wiser than

So if your temper's getting a top hand,
All you have to do is just stop and
Pass that peace pipe and bury that hatchet
Like the Choctaws, Chickasaws,
Chattahoochee's, Chippewas do

If you're feeling mad as a wet hen,
Mad as you can possibly get, then
Pass that peace pipe, bury that tomahawk
Like those Chichamecks, Cherokees,
Chapultepec's do
That cold shoulder never solved a single complaint
When you're older, you'll wipe off all of that war paint

If you find yourself in a fury,
Be your own judge and your own jury
Pass that peace pipe and bury that hatchet
Like the Choctaws, Chickasaws,
Chattahoochee's, Chippewas do

If you want to hover out west, too,
You will soon discover it's best to
Pass that peace pipe and bury that hatchet
Like the Choktohs, Changos,
Chattanooga's, Cheekarohs do

Even in colonial days, you
Know the ceremonial ways to
Pass that peace pipe and bury that tomahawk
Like those Chakootamees, Chepacheps
'N' Chicopees, too
Pull your ears in, try to use a little control
When "all clear"'s in, you'll be top man on the totem pole

So, if you wanna be an all-right guy
Not a long face, blues-in-the-night guy
Write that apology and dispatch it!
When you quarrel, it's grand to patch it!
Pass that peace pipe and bury that hatchet

Like those Choctaws, Chickasaws,
Chattahoochee's, Chippewas
And those Chickadees, Cherokees,
Chapultepecs
And those Chakootamees, Chepacheps
'N' Chicopees, Choktohs, Changos,
Chattanoogas, Cheekarohs do-o-o-o

Hugh Martin, Ralph Blane, Roger Edens