Désopilante chanson de Tom Paxton, moquant le personnage (dont l’image quasi sacrée dans l’imaginaire étasunien venait d’être sérieusement écornée par le film Little Big Man d’Arthur Penn) du Général Custer, et sa défaite spectaculaire à la bataille de Little Big Horn.


General Custer told me, we’re going for a ride
Over by the Big Horn River, where the water is deep and wide.
Soon as I get my hair done, he said we will win the war;
Go on out and tell the boys what they are fighting for.

And he said, « Give somebody a medal.
Give somebody a three day pass.
Tell him ’bout a light at the end of the tunnel,
And tell him to hold his sass.
And pass me my lookin’ glass. »

Out in the buffalo moonlight, I thought I heard a bird.
One old Indian fighter went pale, said, « What was that I heard? »
Sixteen thousand nightengales stomping through the pass.
Tell that idiot matinee fool to get us out and fast.

He yelled….

Dawn come up like taxes and what do suppose I see,
Every Indian in history, a-tapping his toes at me.
Things was lookin’ shakey, some of them boys was large;
And what do s’pose old Custer done, you know he hollered, « Charge! »

But nobody told the Indians who old Custer was,
They commenced to stick to us like peaches stick to fuzz.
Nobody told the Indians they was supposed to run;
And just as they did old Custer in, what do s’pose he done

He hollered….