| Seven years of bumper crops are on their way
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| Years of plenty, endless wheat and tons of hay
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| Your farms will boom, there won’t be room
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| To store the surplus food you grow
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| After that, the future doesn’t look so bright
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| Egypt’s luck will change completely overnight
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| And famine’s hand will stalk the land
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| With food an all-time low
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| Noble king, there is no doubt
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| What your dream is all about
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| All these things you saw in your pajamas
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| Are a long-range forecast for your farmers
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| And I’m sure it’s crossed your mind
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| What it is you have to find
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| Find a man to lead you through the famine
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| With a flair for economic planning
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| But who this man would be I just don’t know |