Walk Like An Egyptian

All the old paintings on the tomb

ˈɑɫ ðiː ˈoʊɫd ˈpʰeɪntɪŋz ˈɑn ðə ˈtʰum

They do the sand dance, don’t you know?

ˈðeɪ ˈdu ðə ˈsænd ˈdæns | ˈdoʊnt ˈju ˈnoʊ ‖

If they move too quick (Oh-way-oh)

ˈɪf ˈðeɪ ˈmuv ˈtʰu ˈkwɪk | ˈoʊ-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ |

They’re falling down like a domino

ˈðɛr ˈfɑlɪŋ ˈdaʊn ˈlaɪk ə ˈdɑməˌnoʊ

All the bazaar men by the Nile

ˈɑɫ ðə bəˈzɑr ˈmɛn ˈbaɪ ðə ˈnaɪɫ

They got the money on a bet

ˈðeɪ ˈɡɑt ðə ˈmʌnɪ ˈɑn ə ˈbɛt

Gold crocodiles (Oh-way-oh)

ˈɡoʊɫd ˈkrɑkəˌdaɪəɫz | ˈoʊ-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ |

They snap their teeth on your cigarette

ˈðeɪ ˈsnæp ˈðɛr ˈtʰiθ ˈɑn ˈjɔr ˌsɪɡɚˈrɛt

Foreign types with the hookah pipes say

ˈfɔrən ˈtʰaɪps ˈwɪθ ðə ˈhʊkə ˈpʰaɪps ˈseɪ

(Way-oh-way-oh, ooh-way-oh-way-oh)

| ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ | ˈu-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ |

Walk like an Egyptian

ˈwɑk ˈlaɪk ən ɪˈdʒɪpʃən

The blonde waitresses take their trays

ðə ˈblɑnd ˈweɪtrəsəz ˈtʰeɪk ˈðɛr ˈtreɪz

They spin around and they cross the floor

ˈðeɪ ˈspɪn ɚˈraʊnd ən ˈðeɪ ˈkrɑs ðə ˈflɔr

They’ve got the moves (Oh-way-oh)

ˈðeɪv ˈɡɑt ðə ˈmuvz | ˈoʊ-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ |

You drop your drink, then they bring you more

ˈju ˈdrɑp ˈjɔr ˈdrɪŋk | ˈðɛn ˈðeɪ ˈbrɪŋ ˈju ˈmɔr

All the school kids so sick of books

ˈɑɫ ðə ˈskuɫ ˈkʰɪdz ˈsoʊ ˈsɪk əv ˈbʊks

They like the punk and the metal band

ˈðeɪ ˈlaɪk ðə ˈpʰʌŋk ən ðə ˈmɛɾɫ̩ ˈbænd

When the buzzer rings (Oh-way-oh)

ˈwɛn ðə ˈbʌzɚ ˈrɪŋz | ˈoʊ-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ |

They’re walking like an Egyptian

ˈðɛr ˈwɑkɪŋ ˈlaɪk ən ɪˈdʒɪpʃən

All the kids in the marketplace say

ˈɑɫ ðə ˈkʰɪdz ˈɪn ðə ˈmɑrkətˌpleɪs ˈseɪ

(Way-oh-way-oh, ooh-way-oh-way-oh)

| ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ | ˈu-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ |

Walk like an Egyptian

ˈwɑk ˈlaɪk ən ɪˈdʒɪpʃən

Slide feet up the street, bend your back

ˈslaɪd ˈfit ˈʌp ðə ˈstrit | ˈbɛnd ˈjɔr ˈbæk

Shift your arm, then you pull it back

ˈʃɪft ˈjɔr ˈɑrm | ˈðɛn ˈju ˈpʰʊɫ ˈɪt ˈbæk

Life is hard you know (Oh-way-oh)

ˈlaɪf ˈɪz ˈhɑrd ˈju ˈnoʊ | ˈoʊ-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ |

So strike a pose on a Cadillac

ˈsoʊ ˈstraɪk ə ˈpʰoʊz ˈɑn ə ˈkʰæɾəˌlæk

If you want to find all the cops

ˈɪf ˈju ˈwɑnt tə ˈfaɪnd ˈɑɫ ðə ˈkʰɑps

They’re hanging out in the donut shop

ˈðɛr ˈhæŋɪŋ ˈaʊt ˈɪn ðə ˈdoʊˌnʌt ˈʃɑp

They sing and dance (Oh-way-oh)

ˈðeɪ ˈsɪŋ ən ˈdæns | ˈoʊ-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ |

They spin the clubs, cruise down the block

ˈðeɪ ˈspɪn ðə ˈklʌbz | ˈkruz ˈdaʊn ðə ˈblɑk

All the Japanese with their yen

ˈɑɫ ðə ˌdʒæpəˈniz ˈwɪθ ˈðɛr ˈjɛn

The party boys call the Kremlin

ðə ˈpʰɑrɾɪ ˈbɔɪz ˈkʰɑɫ ðə ˈkrɛmlən

And the Chinese know (Oh-way-oh)

ən ðə tʃaɪˈniz ˈnoʊ | ˈoʊ-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ |

They walk the line like Egyptian

ˈðeɪ ˈwɑk ðə ˈlaɪn ˈlaɪk ɪˈdʒɪpʃən

All the cops in the donut shop say

ˈɑɫ ðə ˈkʰɑps ˈɪn ðə ˈdoʊˌnʌt ˈʃɑp ˈseɪ

(Way-oh-way-oh, ooh-way-oh-way-oh)

| ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ | ˈu-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ-ˈweɪ-ˈoʊ |

Walk like an Egyptian

ˈwɑk ˈlaɪk ən ɪˈdʒɪpʃən

Walk like an Egyptian

ˈwɑk ˈlaɪk ən ɪˈdʒɪpʃən

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