All the old paintings on the tombs,
they do the stand dance,
don't you know?
If they move too quick,
they're falling down like a domino.
All the buzzards are men by the now,
they got the money on their back.
Call crocodiles,
they snap their teeth on your cigarette.
Foreign tax with the hookah butt, say,
Eyo, eyo,
eyo, eyo.
Walk like an Egyptian.
The
blonde waitresses take their trays,
they spin around and they cross the floor.
They've got the moves, oh, eyo.
You drop your drink, then they bring you more.
All the school kids,
so's,
they come folks,
they like the punk and the metal band.
When the buzzer rings,
oh,
eyo,
they walk in like an Egyptian.
All the kids in the marketplace say,
eyo,
eyo,
eyo,
eyo.
Walk like an Egyptian.
Slide
your feet up the street,
bend your back,
shift your arm,
and you pull it back.
Life is hard, you know, oh, eyo.
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, eyo.
Spin the clubs, cruise down the block.
All the Japanese with they and the party boys
call the Kremlin and the Chinese know, oh, eyo.
They walk the line like Egyptian.
All the cops in the donut shop say,
eyo,
eyo,
eyo,
eyo.
Walk like an Egyptian.
Walk like an Egyptian.