Egyptian cream, she loves to smear

She loves to smear it everywhere

On her face and on her hands

Till she feels like she's a man



And when the change comes and the hair grows all over her skin

She's a natural; she's part of the body she's in



In the Sahara, there she lay

On an ironing board one day

She was gone for seven months

Hadn't guessed what happened once



When they told her "You're pregnant." she threw up her hands

And thousands of fingers grew out of the sand



Egyptian cream



Egyptian cream, she loves to smear

She loves to smear it everywhere

When you're sore, too sore to dream

Try some more Egyptian cream



And when the change comes and the grass grows all over the mound

The tadpoles come slithering out of the ground



Egyptian cream