Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Hetti Blackbird, Hetti Blackbird, Hetti Blackbird,

 that's the Indian's name

 Out in South Dakota, he stole a gold Range Rover

 and he drove it all over the empty plains

 While Apache pilots haunt the River Tigress

 in the laughing silence of the desert night

 & the price of cocaine on a favourite ball game

 I read it all baby in the New York Times.

A pervert from Jersey with a thirty-thirty,

found them girls rehearsing in a ballet school

And when he bust in point his musket

he turned lilly white muslin into bright red bloom

As I read it here on the coffee street pier

I can't help but hear them buildings fall

And the way they came down, and way they jumped out,

there's no baseball glove in town

That's gonna catch them all.

So every New Year we come to Times Square

and we all howl there when the big ball drops.

Don't trust your junk mail, don't touch the third rail,

and baby don't' you dare hail the King of pop.

Cos the day they found him and brought his body

in the things that Doctor did was enough to strike you blind.

So make my Lilly white lover, oh and oh my brother,

never make the cover of the New York Times