Horrible Histories
Do the Pachacuti
[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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!)

[Verse 2]
Once on a hillside, my troops hid
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
[Chorus]
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!)

[Bridge]
If you were a rival chief
We'd kill you first 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

[Chorus]
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!)