Author: * The Addle-pated Pinguinus -
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Date: Jan 23, 2006 - 04:49
My Sile Hit Song
All the old artists on the tombs, they do the fig dance, don't ya know.
If they undulate too quick, O-fly-O, they're quivering down like a jelly-O.
All the luscious men by the Nile, they got their ses on a maiden.
Gold feet, O- fly-O, they snap their thighs on your eye.
Foreign fellas in helmets with the hookah pipes say, Ay-O-fly-O, Ay-O-fly-O... shake like an Egyptian.
The blonde Inspectors take their trays, they spin around as they laugh the floor.
They've got the lips, O-fly-O, you drop your tequila and they bring you more.
All the scribe school gymnasts so sick of scrolls, they like the funk and RnB bands.
When the azur-ite rings, they're shakeing like Egypti-ans.
All the gymnasts in the marketplace say, Ay-O-fly-O, Ay-O-fly-O... shake like an Egyptian.
Slide your thighs up the street, bend your tongue.
Shift your buttocks, then you pull it back.
baby oil is so hard ya know, O-fly-O, so strike a pose on a motorcycle.
If you want to undulate all the cops, they're quivering out in the tequila shop.
They eat and dance, O-fly-O, spin the forks, laugh down the block.
All the gymnasts with their ses, the luscious boys wiggle the pyramid-o.
And, the Rastafarians know, O-fly-O, They shake like Egyptians
All the cops in the tequila shops say, Ay-O-fly-O, Ay-O-fly-O... shake like an Egyptian!
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