[Prelude: Harry Nilsson, (Rick Jarrard)]
Ladies and gentlemen!
In the center ring, presenting Nilsson
And his Shandemanium Shadow Po!
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
In his Shande... Shandara—
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego!
And... Huh, what? Shadma— Is it, what's it?
Who's in the center ring? I just don't understand that
(Harry) What?
(Sounded very good for a beginning
Now, why don't you try to think about an ending?)
Alright

[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]
Ten little Indians
Standing in a line
One stood lookin' at another man's wife
Then there were nine
Nine little Indians
Their hearts all full of hate
One took another's goods
Then there were eight
[Verse 2]
Eight little Indians
They just got down from Heaven
One told a lie about another's best friend
Then there were seven
Seven little Indians
All tryin' to get their kicks
One thought he found
Another way to get to Heaven
Then there were six

[Verse 3]
Six little Indians
All tryin' to stay alive
One took another's life
Then there were five

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 4]
Five little Indians
All tryin' to find the door
One pulled his mother down
Then there were four
Four little Indians
All thinkin' that they gotta be free
One little Indian forgot to say his prayers
Then there were three
[Verse 5]
Three little Indians
Decidin' what they're gonna have to do
One took the name of God in vain
Then there were two
Two little Indians
Thinkin' that they oughta have some fun
One took a likin' to a picture of himself
Then there was one

[Verse 6]
One little Indian
Out lookin' for the sun
At six o'clock, the moon came out
Then there were none

[Instrumental Outro]