There are pyramids in my head There's one underneath my bead And my lady's getting cranky Every possible location Has a simple explanation And it isn't hanky-panky
I had read Somewhere in a book, they improve all your food and your wine It said, that everything you grow in your garden would taste pretty fine Instead, all I ever get is a pain in the neck and a Yap yap yap yap yap yap yap
I've consulted all the sages I could find in the yellow pages But there aren't many of them And the myan panoramas On my pyramid pajamas Haven't helped my little problem I've been told Someone in the know can be sure that his luck is as Good as gold, money in the bank and you don't even pay for it If you fold, a dollar bill in the shape of the pyramid that's printed on the