Pachacuti Song

I'm Pachacuti, the Incan lord

All other tribes dreaded

My name means "he who shakes the earth"

Not that I'm big-headed

When it comes to claiming nearby lands

I was the type to risk it

But it's how I treat dead enemies

That really took the biscuit

I drink from their skull

(Do the Pachacuti)

Pull out their teeth whole

(Do the Pachacuti)

Turn teeth into charms

(Do the Pachacuti)

Make flutes out of their arms

(Pachacuti)

Once on a hillside, my troops hid

To cause a rival strife

And when they jumped out, it looked like

The ground had come to life

The rocks they are my warriors

I then used to boast

And that little lie helped us win wars

But violence helped the most

I drink from their skull

(Do the Pachacuti)

Pull out their teeth whole

(Do the Pachacuti)

Turn teeth into charms

(Do the Pachacuti)

Make flutes out of their arms

(Pachacuti)

If you were a rival chief

We'd kill you fast and then

We'd stuff you like a scarecrow

But one for scaring men

Then we'd rest your bony fingers on

The stretched skin of your belly

And in the breeze, they'd tap that tum

Like a drummer, but more smelly

Drink from their skull

(Do the Pachacuti)

Pull out their teeth whole

(Do the Pachacuti)

Use their skin as a drum

(Do the Pachacuti)

I've never had so much fun!

(Pachacuti)