Along the pharaohs road

Along the pharaohs road
I saw ten maidens crying
I saw six clowns
All breaking down
I saw a falcon flying

Along the pharaohs road
I saw a mountain burning
I saw a priest, his clothes on fire, said
Oh, the ladies not for turning
No, the ladies not for turning

I found a frog
In a bowler hat
It said its name
Was Kerouac

A pen quill
And a Hat-shep-sut
Ran into
The workers hut

Along the pharaohs road
Along the pharaohs road

A band of slaves
Came marching
With tambourines and flutes
With the ghost of last year’s Pharoah
In his latest boots

As the river Nile
Crocodile
Ate up its saviour roots
Ate up its saviour roots