So the Pharaoh Said!

In a cold, stony room, golden bowls and bowls of jewels,
Adorn the temple of uh..uh..I don’t think we know anymore!
Sleeping with golden gild, a Pharaoh once greater than Pantagruel,
Now dozing away in a box of stone, ain’t this here afterlife a bore?
Yeah, the old man is just kicking back and spending some time,
With a broken down chariot, ouch! Whoa, Eternity keeps rolling along.
I know the old Pharaoh really thought this hip tomb totally sublime.
Standing and watching the old man lie, I heard the bong of a gong.
Was it the whispering wind? I don’t know! Or a trick on my ear?
Watching ancient Egyptian girls, it sounded cool, from where I stood.
If it was Pharaoh’s ghost, he ought to know ain’t nobody gonna fear,
What he used to be, what he thinks he was.What’s up Phah, bad or good?
Then I it heard it again, yeah him, “GET OUT” so the Pharaoh said.
Okay, okay, I hear you man, sleep in your rock. Ahhh! I’ll keep my bed.