| Sad to say our mighty ruler
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| Is not really in the pink
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| Hopes could not be minuscular
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| That he’ll come back from the brink
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| Not to beat around the bush
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| He looks like heading for his box
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| At the risk of seeming pushy
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| We must plan for future shocks
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| According to the Hawk God Horus
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| Our most regal invalid
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| Is not that much longer for us Build another pyramid
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| Build it, build it Another pyramid
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| build it, build it Though all doctors and physicians
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| Have been summoned to his bed
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| It’ll soon be top morticians
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| We’ll be calling for instead
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| With each wheeze the nation’s humming
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| Egypt shakes with every cough
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| No two ways about what’s coming
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| No discussion, bets are off
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| Soon our monarch will have filled the tomb
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| Just like his fathers did
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| Summon Egypt’s greatest builder
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| Re: another pyramid
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| Build it, build it Another pyramid
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| Build it, build it We hate to depress the nation
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| But our leader has been told
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| He should scrub his next vacation
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| Even put tonight on hold
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| This is where his loyal priesthood
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| Has the chance to do him proud
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| Holy leaders at the least should
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| See him happy to his shroud
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| He must have a vault that’s grand by Any standards floor to lid
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| Put five thousand slaves on standby
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| Build another pyramid |