Walk Like an Egyptian
Vicki, Michael, Susanna
All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don’t you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They’re falling down like a domino
All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet.
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette.
Foreign types with the hookah pipes say (Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh)
“Walk like an Egyptian”
Blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They’ve got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink then they bring you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh)
They’re walking like an Egyptian
All the kids in the marketplace say (Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh)
“Walk like an Egyptian.”
Slide your feet up the street, bend your back.
Shift your arm then you pull it back.
Life is hard, you know. (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac.
If you want to find all the cops
They’re hanging out in the donut shop.
They sing and dance, (oh whey oh)
Spin their clubs, cruise down the block.
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know, (oh whey oh)
They walk the line like Egyptian
All the cops in the donut shop say (Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh)
“Walk like an Egyptian.
Walk like an Egyptian.”