Sile Song entry I.

Poof Like An Egyptian

All the old pinups on the tombs, they do the Khnum dance, don't ya know.
If they mummify too quick, O-clay-O, they're chowing down like a wisdom tooth-O.
All the gluttenous men by the Nile, they got their ses on a sacred thong.
Gold Sumo wrestlers, O- clay-O, they snap their big butts on your throne.
Foreign goddesses with the hookah pipes say, Ay-O-clay-O, Ay-O-clay-O... poof like an Egyptian.

The blonde tomb robbers take their trays, they spin around as they collapse the floor.
They've got the fleas, O-clay-O, you drop your Philadelphia cheese steak and they bring you more.
All the scribe school Romans so sick of scrolls, they like the kerplunk and limestone bands.
When the rubber girdle rings, they're poofing like Egypti-ans.
All the Romans in the marketplace say, Ay-O-clay-O, Ay-O-clay-O... poof like an Egyptian.

Slide your big butts up the street, bend your esophagus.
Shift your cellulite, then you pull it back.
Unleaded gasoline is so hard ya know, O-clay-O, so strike a pose on a Lamborghini.
If you want to mummify all the cops, they're chowing out in the Philadelphia cheese steak shop.
They chug and dance, O-clay-O, spin the tweezers, collapse down the block.
All the Romans with their ses, the gluttenous boys lubricate the Parthenon.
And, the hooded Druids know, O-clay-O, they poof like Egyptians.
All the cops in the Philadelphia cheese steak shops say, Ay-O-clay-O, Ay-O-clay-O... poof like an Egyptian