My Sile Hit Song

All the old sphinxes on the tombs,
they do the hieroglyph dance, don't ya know.
If they carve too quick, O-say-O, they're swiming down like a per-O.
All the obnoxious men by the Nile, they got their ses on a faiance.
Gold crocodiles, O- say-O, they snap their toes on your pyramid.
Foreign lions with the hookah pipes say, Ay-O-say-O, Ay-O-say-O... scream like an Egyptian.
The blonde medjays take their trays, they spin around as they nap the floor.
They've got the stones, O-say-O, you drop your wine and they bring you more.
All the scribe school men so sick of scrolls, they like the stunk and slate bands.
When the lyre rings, they're screaming like Egypti-ans.
All the men in the marketplace say, Ay-O-say-O, Ay-O-say-O... scream like an Egyptian.
Slide your toes up the street, bend your elbow. Shift your nose, then you pull it back.
tree sap is so hard ya know, O-say-O,
so strike a pose on a donkey.
f you want to carve all the cops, they're swiming out in the wine shop.
They snort and dance, O-say-O,
spin the runcible spoons, nap down the block.
All the men with their ses,
the obnoxious boys chisel the Pits of Doom. And, the children know, O-say-O, They scream like Egyptians.
All the cops in the wine shops say, Ay-O-say-O, Ay-O-say-O... scream like an Egyptian!