Pachacuti Lyrics - Horrible Histories

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 

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!) 

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 

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!) 

If you were a rival chief 

We'd kill you fast 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! 

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!)