Of Egyptian kings we know oh so many things Cause the archaeologists have dug their tombs Now we're here to show how to treat a dead pharaoh Make a mummy that can decorate your room
First your dead king's lain on a table where his brain Is pulled out with a wire through his nose Then his guts and lungs, stomach, liver must be bunged In four jars so they do not decompose
Pour out salt to dry on the body, let it lie There for forty days until it mummifies In the bandage wrap up the body, leave a gap For the mouth, and pop in artificial eyes
In the coffin cold lay out prayers in little scrolls That will guard him on his journey far ahead Pack his tomb with wealth, which he'll need for his health If he makes it to the country of the dead
Now you've done your job, there are villains who will rob So our mummy and its coffin we defend Build a pyramid high, so it points up to the sky Place your dead king deep inside, and that's the endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
