All the old paintings on the tomb,
they do the sand dance,
don't you know?
If you move too quick,
oh well,
they're falling down like a domino.
On the bazaar man by the night,
he got the money on a bet.
Walk like an Egyptian.
The sun witchesses take their trays,
spin around and across the floor.
They've got the moves, oh well.
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 busman rings,
oh well,
they're walking like an Egyptian.
All the kids in the marketplace say,
oh well,
oh well,
oh well,
oh well.
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, oh well.
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 well.
Then spin the clubrooms down the block.
All the Japanese,
the party boys called the Kremlin.
And Chinese, no, oh well.
They walk the line like Gypsy and all the cops in the donut shop say,
oh well,
oh well, oh well, oh well.
Walk like an Egyptian.
Walk like an Egyptian.
Walk like an Egyptian.