Dead Egyptian Blues

Oh, Mister Tut
What good's it do?
They love your chair but nobody cares for you
Egyptian nights
Were never colder
And all your friends are thousands of years older

What ever happened to that gang down by the Sphinx?
Seems they're only forty winks away
Those girls from Cairo
With their belly button jewels
Made you play the fool yesterday
Yesterday
And now you keep in shape with Elmer's
Glue
'Cause you're all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues

Oh, Mister Tut
They love the mask
Do they love it?
Honey, sweetheart, don't ask
So where's those baby browns and that pearly
Smile
That smile that drove 'em wild on the early Nile

You make one terrific hieroglyphic
Don't you bro?
Centuries of standing sideways turned you to a pro
Those girls from Cairo that filled your heart with lust
They've all turned to dust yesterday
Yesterday
And those bandages don't do that much for
You
'Cause you're all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues

Oh, Mister Tut
They dig the tomb
Yeah, all that gold leaf brightens up the room
But what's the diff when you're stiff
What riff they're playin'
When your ears have spent five thousand years decayin'?
What does it matter what possessions you may boast?
When you're just a ghost it's only jive
Clive
Your sarcophagus is glowin' but your esophagus is showin'
Who cares how rich you are, love, when you look like
Boris Karloff?
Call Nautilus they might even refund your
Dues
'Cause you all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues

Oh, Mister Tut
Just wait and see
Another few thousand years they're gonna dig up me
And I'll have all my little treasures near at hand
A CD of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
A little dried up Maui Wowie crumbled in a ball
A letter from my honey sayin'
Love you kid, so long
Some peanut butter sandwiches that have long returned to sand
Not much gold or silver, but Tut
I think you'll understand that in my way
I'll be just like
You
All wrapped in them dead Egyptian blues

All wrapped up
All wrapped up
All wrapped up in them dead Egyptian
Blues