Egypt

Lyrics

We were talking about where we’d like to go
Talking about Paris, and Rome, Rome, Rome
Well you can have your pasta
and your creamed escargot
I’m going off to Egypt where I can
sit on top of pyramids and look for UFOs

Don’t try to talk me out of it
I got my mind set
I’m going to share a hookah
with a big-eyed gray from planet X

Egypt’s the place where the alien races must go

Tombs for their kings stacked up with stone
I don’t believe they were put there alone
No, someone else made them,
They weren’t homegrown
They make Stonehenge look like it was constructed
by a bunch of drunken, Druid drones

Don’t tell me it’s coincidence
(as if you would know)
that Klingons use hieroglyphics,
and Dune and Tatooine are desert homes

Egypt’s the place where the alien traces are stowed
Egypt’s the place where the alien races are cloned

You know they got my DNA on file
At the US Department of Government Denial
And in my house I got books by the ton
by Whitley Strieber, Budd Hopkins,
and some anonymous guy from Area 51