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!