Shoot 'em dead, full of lead, in the head, they'll be dead.
There Go The Injuns
Cowboys are after them. Chasing the Indians, they'll catch the Indians. Ride with the Cowboys, catch all the Indians now... Now the battle's over, the Indians are all dead. Boys and girls are sleepy, time to go to bed.
Nothing like vigilante justice and genocide to lay the 1950's youth to rest.