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Mr. Custer
Sha Na Na Lyrics


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What am I doin′ here?
Please Mr. Custer, I don't want to go
Hey, Mr. Custer, please don′t make me go
I had a dream last night about the comin' fight
Somebody yelled "attack!"
And there I stood with a arrow in my back.
Please Mr. Custer, I don't want to go (forward ho!) aw
Look at them bushes out there
They′re moving and there′s a injun behind every one
Hey, Mr. Custer-you mind if I be excused the rest of the afternoon?
Hey charlie, duck yer head!
Hm, you're a little bit late on that one, charlie
Ooh, I bet that smarts!
What am I doin′ here?
Please Mr. Custer, I don't want to go
Listen, Mr. Custer, please don′t make me go
There's a redskin a-waitin′ out there, just fixin' to take my hair
A coward I've been called ′cause I don′t want to wind up dead or bald
Please Mr. Custer, I don't want to go (forward ho) aw
I wonder what the injun word for friend is
Let′s see friend kemo sabe, that's it
Kemo sabe!
Hey out there, kemo sabe!
Nope, that itn′t it
Look at them out there
They're runnin′ around like a bunch of wild Indians
Heh, heh, heh
Nah, this ain't no time for jokin'

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Sha Na Na's song "Mr. Custer" depict a soldier's reluctance to join a battle. The singer pleads with Mr. Custer, presumably a commanding officer or a symbol of authority, expressing a strong desire not to participate in the impending fight. The lyrics suggest that the singer had a dream that involved a chaotic battle scene, where he ended up being shot with an arrow. This dream serves to intensify his fear and resistance towards going into battle.


The singer's hesitation is emphasized as he observes the movement of bushes, suspecting that Native American warriors are hiding behind them. In a somewhat comedic tone, he asks Mr. Custer if he can be excused from the rest of the afternoon, seemingly seeking any reason to avoid joining the fight. The singer also mentions being called a coward for not wanting to risk his life or lose his hair in battle.


The song captures the singer's anxiety, highlighting his discomfort, fear, and attempts at humor to mask his true emotions. Overall, the lyrics convey the singer's desperate plea to avoid participating in the battle, offering a perspective on the individual struggle and reluctance that can arise in the face of war.


Line by Line Meaning

What am I doin′ here?
I am questioning why I am in this situation.


Please Mr. Custer, I don't want to go
I am pleading with Mr. Custer to not make me go.


Hey, Mr. Custer, please don′t make me go
I am politely asking Mr. Custer not to force me to go.


I had a dream last night about the comin' fight
I had a dream last night about the upcoming battle.


Somebody yelled "attack!"
Someone shouted "attack!"


And there I stood with a arrow in my back.
And there I stood, suffering from an arrow wound on my back.


Please Mr. Custer, I don't want to go (forward ho!) aw
I am again expressing my reluctance to go (forward ho!) to Mr. Custer.


Look at them bushes out there
Look at those bushes over there.


They′re moving and there′s a injun behind every one
The bushes are moving and there is a Native American behind each of them.


Hey, Mr. Custer-you mind if I be excused the rest of the afternoon?
Hey, Mr. Custer, would it be alright if I take the rest of the afternoon off?


Hey charlie, duck yer head!
Hey Charlie, lower your head to avoid danger!


Hm, you're a little bit late on that one, charlie
Hmm, you were slightly delayed in ducking, Charlie.


Ooh, I bet that smarts!
Ooh, I bet that hurts!


I wonder what the injun word for friend is
I am curious about the Native American word for friend.


Let′s see friend kemo sabe, that's it
Let me think, the Native American word for friend is kemo sabe.


Kemo sabe!
Friend!


Hey out there, kemo sabe!
Hey out there, my friend!


Nope, that itn't it
Nope, that's not it.


Look at them out there
Look at those people out there.


They're runnin′ around like a bunch of wild Indians
They're running around in a chaotic manner.


Heh, heh, heh
I am laughing mischievously.


Nah, this ain't no time for jokin'
No, this is not a suitable time for joking.




Writer(s): A. Delory, F. Darian, J. Vanwinkle

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