It makes sense that a mummy was required For the exodus out of my king rut By wrapping me in silk and satin And embalming me with love But my brief time as pharaoh ended A tomb at the pyramid I once attended Thoughts of my sins plagued me Did I get too froggy? Or maybe he just met another sarcophaguy Or maybe I misunderstood him When he invited me over for desert
I wanted to conquer you Like Brendan Fraser Now I just want to talk to you Like John Edward I tried unearthing artifacts to channel your spirit But your grave had been robbed And after swimming in denial for so long Wandering through the Sahara feels wrong Your carefree kingdom is where I belong But the evasive Ra warned That the ghosts of snake charmers Are abrasive and horned
What is it with some men? Is this what those nuptials meant? You are turned into his mother figure, A holy cow, housework, meals, rigour, Maybe there's no luck in love, So much for wedding doves, "I am not your mother!" I wished I yelled at another, Maybe I don't know how to train a man, Maybe a manual should come in a can, Then you could have twins in tins, Fully formed, no ***** pins! Maybe it is the male gender, They really want a nanny for their benders, Is this what those nuptials meant? What is with some men?