Oh,
what like an Egyptian?
The blonde waitresses take their trays,
spin around and across the floor.
All
the school kids so sick of books,
they like the punk and the metal band.
Slightly to the street,
bend your back,
shift your arm and pull it back.
Oh, hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh.
If you wanna find all the cops that
are hanging out in the donut shop.
Oh, hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh.
All the cops in the donut shop say...
What like an Egyptian?
What like an Egyptian?