All the old paintings on the tomb, they do this and dance, don't you know?
If they move too quick, oh, ay-oh, they're falling down like a domino.
All the bizarre men by the Nile, they got the money on a bet.
Gold crocodiles, oh, ay-oh, they snap the teeth on your cigarette.
Foreign types with the hookah pipes, ay-oh, ay-oh, ay-oh, ay-oh, walk like an Egyptian.
The blonde waitresses take their trays, they spin around and they cross the floor.
They've got the moves, oh, ay-oh, you drop your drink when 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, ay-oh, they're walking like an Egyptian.
And the kids in the marketplace, ay-oh, ay-oh, ay-oh, ay-oh, walk like an Egyptian.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Thou dost appear beautiful on the horizon.
When you're fed up
Oh, living at end
People was the first to live
If you want to find all the cops
They're hanging out in the donut shops
They sing and dance, oh, eh, oh
They spin the clubs, cruise down the block
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys and the Kremlin
And the Chinese, no, oh, eh, oh
They're walking like an Egyptian
All the cops in the donut shops, eh, oh, eh, oh
Eh, oh, eh, oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian
Whoa!
Let's blow this tomb.