Your brother got bird lice From a feather he fixed with a bobby pin That's a small price to pay For the privilege of being the indian He said I'll be your friend If you give me a dollar a day In the picture she posed On the car hood in lipstick and underpants The very same evening that she Was crowned queen of the harvest dance She said I'll make you king If you give me a dollar a day Lonesome sinner lonesome saint Make me a winner or is it too late In the bright light she looks Like a girl you remember from summer camp Who reached through your rib cage and Tore out your heart with a postage stamp She said I was your girl When you gave me a dollar a day