Dead Egyptian Blues

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[Verse]
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Oh Mister Tut what good's it do
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They love your chair but nobody 
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cares for you
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Egyptian nights were never colder
And all your friends are thousands 
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of years older
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Whatever happened to that gang down 
by the Sphinx
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Seems they're only forty winks away
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Those girls from Cairo with their 
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belly button jewels
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Made you play the fool yesterday 
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yesterday
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And now you keep in shape with 
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Elmer's glue
Cause you're all wrapped up in them 
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dead Egyptian blues

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[Verse]
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Oh Mister Tut, they love the mask
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But do they love you? Honey, 
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sweetheart, don't ask
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Where's those baby browns and that
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 pearly smile?
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That smile that drove 'em wild by 
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the early Nile
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You make one terrific hieroglyphic, 
don't you bro
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Centuries of standing sideways 
turned you to a pro
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Those girls from Cairo who filled 
your heart with lust
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They've all turned to dust, 
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yesterday, yesterday
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(And those) bandages don't do that
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 much for you
Cause you're all wrapped up in them 
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dead Egyptian blues

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[Verse]
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Oh Mister Tut, they dig the tomb, 
yeah
All that gold leaf brightens up a 
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room
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But what's the diff, when you're 
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stiff, what riff they're playing
When your ears have spent five 
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thousand years decaying?
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What does it matter what possessions
 you may boast?
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When you're just a ghost it's only 
jive, clive
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Your sarcophagus is glowing but 
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your esophagus is showing
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Who cares how rich you are love 
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when you look like Boris Karloff
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Call Nautilus, they might even 
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refund your due
Cause you're all wrapped up in them 
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dead Egyptian blues

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[Verse]
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Oh Mister Tut, you wait and see
Another few thousand years they're 
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gonna dig up me
And I'll have all my little 
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treasures near at hand
A CD of Sergeant Pepper's Lonely 
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Hearts Club Band
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A little dried out Maui wowee 
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crumbled in a bong
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A letter from my honey saying love 
you kid, so long
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Some peanut butter sandwiches that 
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have long returned to sand
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Not much gold or silver, but Tut,
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 I think you'll understand
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That in my way I'll be just like you
All wrapped up in them dead Egyptian
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 blues

[Otro]
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All wrapped up
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All wrapped up
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All wrapped up in them dead 
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Egyptian blues...