All the old paintings on the tomb,
they do the sun dance,
don't you know?
If you move too quick,
they're falling down like a domino.
All the bars are men by the night,
got the money on a bet.
Walk like an Egyptian.
Take their trays and spin around and they cross the floor.
They've got the moves.
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 busser rings,
they're walking like an Egyptian.
All the kids in the marketplace say,
Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh.
Walk like an Egyptian.
Slight feet up the street,
bend your back,
shift your arm,
then you pull it back.
Life's hard, you know.
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.
They spin the clubrooms down the block.
All the Japanese with their yen.
The party boys called Kremlin and the Chinese know.
They walk the line like Gypsy and all the cops in the donut shop say,
Way-oh,
way-oh,
way-oh,
way-oh.
Walk like an Egyptian.
Walk like an Egyptian.