King Tut’s Haul

(Tutankhamun, ho!
Tutan, Tutan, Tutankhamun, ho!
Tutan, Tutan, Tutankhamun)

Yo, here's the thing, check out my bling, it's all tat-for-Tut
Got more illicit gifts than Jabba the Hutt
Like this thing on my skin, so thin and leopardy
Leopard wasn't real so I was never in jeopardy
Your normal loincloth comes with maybe fifty stitches
Look at mine, 200 in the house with my britches
I'm the head of the gang, macho man, Mr. Boss
Though I'm partial to a weave, eyeliner and lip gloss

Take one look at my togs
Everybody loves my collection of gloves
Have a good look down there
I'm a king of stylish underwear
Listen to the people diss you
Everyone sing, you can't take it with you
But I say don't be gloomy
Look and see how my tomb is so roomy

(Tutan, Tutan, Tutankhamun, ho!
Tutan, Tutan, Tutankhamun)

So many things to show you as you come into my portal
No idea how long before I wake cos I'm immortal
Got a jackal-headed god with the funny pointed ears
These jars are for my organs, lungs and stomach go in here
This little board of Senet, sure I'll get some games in
With no one else to play against I'm always going to win
Got this monogrammed fan to help me keep a cool head
Cos you never know how hot you're gonna get when you are dead

I'm gonna pop my clogs
Surrounded by gold and jewelled dogs
Take away your breath
Oh, not literally please, I'm scared of death
Hope this immortal thing
It's true, otherwise all this bling
Is fine for surviving captive
But personally, I'd rather live