Horrible Histories - Pachacuti lyrics

rate me

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, I trooped in

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! )