Cinderella, Cinderella
Don't you ever listen to your sisters
Cinderella, Cinderella
They're only ugly men in silly dresses
Cinderella, Cinderella
Always remember that you are an Indian
Cinderella, Cinderella
When you grow up, you're probably going to marry
Prince Charles
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah
Prince Charles
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah
Cinderella, Cinderella
Driving to the wedding in a pumpkin
Dressed in leather and peacock feathers
Fancy tights and multi-coloured sequins
Cinderella, Cinderella
Always remember the part of you that's cowboy
Don't you dither or reconsider
Get up the aisle or you're never going to marry
Prince Charles
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah
Prince Charles
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah
Don't you worry, you poor little Indian
Suffering in the sand
You sold your lands to the white invader
But at least you looked good
Cinderella, Cinderella
Changes her mind and runs from the cathedral
Drives away in the royal pumpkin
And crashes it in an underpass in Paris
Cinderella, you are dead, but
You'll be remembered by everyone forever
Not because you're good or clever
But because you very nearly married
Prince Charles
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah
Prince Charles
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah
Indian, you're Indian
You're Indian with a little bit of cowboy
Indian, you're Indian
You're Indian with a little bit of cowboy

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