TEEPEE CREEPER -- American Horse Band
(music and lyrics by George Garcia)

Here she comes in her buckskin shoes.
Pow Wow Mama crying the blues.
Said she just found out that she's a skin.
Looking for some Indian boy to take her in.

She'll tell you Grandpa was a Cherokee chief.
She ain\'92t nothing but a cultural thief.
She's got the story down from A to Z.
Good looking mama just a wannabe.

Teepee Creeper
You're playing your game.
Teepee Creeper
Your small claim to fame.
You can't dance and you can't sing.
You're nothing compared to the real thing.

You're running with a phony Medicine Man.
He'll tell you stories how it all began.p
He takes your money and gives you a funny name.
You go spreading it around ... without any shame.

I'll give you credit ... you got a certain flair,
In your fringed leather outfit and dyed black hair.
But you ain't nothing . . . next to girls on the Rez,
With your Taiwan Indian clothes ... you're a Hollywood mess.

Teepee Creeper
You're playing your game.
Teepee Creeper
Your small claim to fame.
You can't dance and you can't sing.
You're nothing compared to the real thing.

You're just a
Teepee Creeper . . . Teepee Creeper