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Sad to say our mighty ruler |
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Is not really in the pink |
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Hopes could not be minuscular |
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That he'll come back from the brink |
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Not to beat around the bush |
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He looks like heading for his box |
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At the risk of seeming pushy |
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We must plan for future shocks |
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According to the hawk of horus |
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Our most regal invalid |
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Is not that much longer for us |
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Build another pyramid |
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Build it, build it |
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Another pyramid |
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Build it, build it |
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Though all doctors and physicians |
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Have been summoned to his bed |
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It'll soon be top morticians |
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We'll be calling for instead |
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With each wheeze the nation's humming |
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Egypt shakes with every cough |
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No two ways about what's coming |
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No discussion, bets are off |
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Soon our monarch will have filled the tomb |
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Just like his fathers did |
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Summon egypt's greatest builder |
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Need another pyramid |
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Build it, build it |
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Another pyramid |
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Build it, build it |
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We hate to depress the nation |
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But our leader has been told |
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He should scrub his next vacation |
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Even put tonight on hold |
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This is where his loyal priesthood |
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Has the chance to do him proud |
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Holy leaders at the least should |
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See him happy to his shroud |
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He must have a vault that's grand by |
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Any standards for to live |
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Put five thousand slaves on standby |
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Build another pyramid |