All the old paintings on the tomb
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They do the sand dance, don't you know?
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They're falling down like a domino
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All the bazaar men by the Nile
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They got the money on a bet
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They snap their teeth on your cigarette
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Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
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The blonde waitresses take their trays
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They spin around and they cross the floor
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You drop your drink, then they bring you more
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All the school kids so sick of books
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They like the punk and the metal band
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They're walking like an Egyptian
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All the kids in the marketplace say
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Slide your feet up the street, bend your back
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Shift your arm, then you pull it back
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So strike a pose on a Cadillac
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If you want to find all the cops
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They're hanging out in the donut shop
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They spin the clubs, cruise down the block
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All the Japanese with their yen
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The party boys call the Kremlin
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They walk the line like Egyptian
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All the cops in the donut shop say
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