- Songwriters: Marty Smith, Ricki Smith
Ten little Indians standin' in a row
All dressed up but nowhere to go
Lookin' for a target, lookin' for a man
Just get me out of here
It's not the place my mind's been thinkin' of
Just push me out again
It's no use hangin' 'round or hangin' on
Seven little Indians standin' in a row
Compere walks on the stage and he says, "Sing it girls, okay"
But the band's no good and the song, don't cut it
Just get me out for here
It's not the place my mind's been thinkin' of
Just push me out again
It's no use hangin' 'round or hangin' on
Come on let's go tonight
We gotta brand new way to celebrate it, oh
I got this rage to love
Baby, it's so right
And if you feel it great, dedicate it oh
I got this rage to love
Three little Indians cryin' in their make up
Nobody stops and nobody cares
Just get me out of here
It's not the place my mind's been thinkin' of
Just push me out again
It's no use hangin' 'round or hangin' on
Come on let's go tonight
We gotta brand new way to celebrate it, oh
I got this rage to love
Baby, it's so right
And if you feel it great, dedicate it oh
I got this rage to love
Come on let's go tonight
We gotta brand new way to celebrate it, oh
I got this rage to love
Baby, it's so right
And if you feel it great, dedicate it oh
I got this rage to love
I got this rage to love
I got this rage to love
I got this rage to love
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