All the old servants on the tombs, they do the camel dance, don't ya know. If they race too quick, O-say-O, they're crying down like a per-O. All the fabulous men by the Nile, they got their ses on a reed. Gold rivers, O- say-O, they snap their ears on your pharoah. Foreign servants with the hookah pipes say, Ay-O-say-O, Ay-O-say-O... go like an Egyptian. The blonde Maids take their trays, they spin around as they sing the floor. They've got the pyramids, O-say-O, you drop your beer and they bring you more. All the scribe school roman's so sick of scrolls, they like the funk and limestone bands. When the bar rings, they're going like Egypti-ans. All the roman's in the marketplace say, Ay-O-say-O, Ay-O-say-O... go like an Egyptian. Slide your ears up the street, bend your eyes. Shift your leg, then you pull it back. goat milk is so hard ya know, O-say-O, so strike a pose on a litter. If you want to race all the cops, they're crying out in the beer shop. They run and dance, O-say-O, spin the spoons, sing down the block. All the roman's with their ses, the fabulous boys smack the sphinx. And, the Greeks know, O-say-O, They go like Egyptians. All the cops in the beer shops say, Ay-O-say-O, Ay-O-say-O... go like an Egyptian!