I'm Patchacuti!
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
I drink from their skulls
(Do the pachicuti)
Pull out their teeth holes 
(Do the pachicuti) 
Turn teeth into charms
(Do the pachicuti)
Make flutes out of their arms 
(Pachicuti!)
*music* 
Once on a hillside,my troops hid
To cause a rival strife
And when they jump out,it looked like 
The ground has come to life.
The rocks they are my warriors 
I then used to boost 
And that little lie helped us win wars 
But violence helped the most!
I drink from their skulls
(Do the pachicuti)
Pull out their teeth holes 
(Do the pachicuti) 
Turn teeth into charms
(Do the pachicuti)
Make flutes out of their arms 
(Pachicuti!)
If you were a rival chief 
We'd kill you fast and then stuff you like a scare crow
But one for scaring men 
Then we'd rest your boney fingers on 
The stretched skin off your belly and in the breeze, they'd tap that turn 
Like a drummer but more smelly I drink from their skulls
(Do the pachicuti)
Pull out their teeth holes 
(Do the pachicuti) 
Use their skin as a drum 
(Do the pachicuti) 
I've never had so much fun!
(Pachicuti!!)