Sad to say our mighty ruler

Is not really in the pink

Hopes could not be minuscular

That he'll come back from the brink

Not to beat around the bush

He looks like heading for his box

At the risk of seeming pushy

We must plan for future shocks



According to the hawk of Horus

Our most regal invalid

Is not that much longer for us

Build another pyramid



Build it, build it

Another pyramid

build it, build it



Though all doctors and physicians

Have been summoned to his bed

It'll soon be top morticians

We'll be calling for instead

With each wheeze the nation's humming

Egypt shakes with every cough

No two ways about what's coming

No discussion, bets are off



Soon our monarch will have filled the tomb

Just like his fathers did

Summon Egypt's greatest builder

Need another pyramid



Build it, build it

Another pyramid

Build it, build it



We hate to depress the nation

But our leader has been told

He should scrub his next vacation

Even put tonight on hold

This is where his loyal priesthood

Has the chance to do him proud

Holy leaders at the least should

See him happy to his shroud



He must have a vault that's grand by

Any standards for to live

Put five thousand slaves on standby

Build another pyramid