Bangles - Walking Down Your Street

Album:

Walk Like An Egyptian
by The Bangles
All the old paintings on the tomb
They do the sand dance, don'cha know?
If they move too quick (Oh-Ah-Oh),
they're falling down like a domino.
And the bazaar man by the Nile
He got the money on a bet
For the crocodiles (Oh-Ah-Oh),
They snap their teeth on a cigarette.
Foreign types with their hookah pipes sing:
Oh-ah-oh-ah-ooo-aaa-ooo-aaa,
Walk like an Egyptian.
The blonde waitresses take their trays,
Spin around and they cross the floor.
They've got the moves (Oh-Ah-Oh),
You drop your drink then they bring you more.
All the school kids so sick of books,
They like the punk and the metal band.
When the buzzer rings (Oh-Ah-Oh),
They're walking like an Egyptian.
All the kids in the marketplace say:
Oh-ah-oh-ah-ooo-aaa-ooo-aaa,
Walk like an Egyptian.
Line your feet astreet, bend your back,
Shift your arm, then you pull a clock.
Like Sergeant O (Oh-Ah-Oh),
So strike a pose on a Cadillac.
If you want to find all the cops,
They're hanging out in the donut shop.
They sing and dance (Oh-Ah-Oh),
They spin their clock and cruise on down the block.
All the Japanese with their Yen,
The party boys call the Kremlin.
The Chinese know (Oh-Ah-Oh),
They walk along like Egyptians.
All the cops in the donut shops say:
Oh-ah-oh-ah-ooo-aaa-ooo-aaa,
Walk like an Egyptian,
Walk like an Egyptian.
Transcribed by Rich Kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu.