Down in Egypt in the Valley of Kings

There's a great big desert with great big things

Called pyramids, two blocks high

Where pharaohs go when the pharaohs die

When the pharaohs die they wrap ‘em up tight

All dressed up for the afterlife

Lock em in a tomb with stuff they''ll need

To eat and drink and wear and read

Lock em in a tomb with lots of gold

Treasure! treasure! wealth untold!

Whatchagonna do?  whatcahgonna do?

I'd keep out if I were you

Mummy. mummy, mummy.

Here comes the 

Mummy. mummy, mummy.

Here come the 

Mummy. mummy, mummy.

Here comes some

dried up man in a great big rage

Moves pretty good for a guy his age

Cheops and Ramses and Tutunkamen

all had one great thing in common

They had no groove and they had no rhythm

But they had a lotta gold

and they took it all with em

Sign on the door in heiroglyphics

Long on threats but short on specifics

Beware, beware the mummy's curse

This is no place for the risk-averse

And it's gonna get worse!  

Mummy. mummy, mummy.

Here comes the 

Mummy. mummy, mummy.

Here come the 

Mummy. mummy, mummy.

Here comes some

trouble, trouble, trouble deep

And all he ever wanted

was a good night's sleep

Down in egypt in the valley of kings

There's a great big desert with great big things

Called pyramids, two blocks high

Where pharaohs go when the pharaohs die

When the pharaohs die

When the pharaohs die

When the pharaohs die

Mummy. mummy, mummy.

Here comes the 

Mummy. mummy, mummy.

Here come the 

Mummy. mummy, mummy

Whatchagonna do?  whatcahgonna do?

I'd keep out if I were you 

Performance credits:

Paul Revelli: drums

Gunnard Duboze: clarinet

Charity Kahn: backing vocals

Jhene Canody: vocals (middle break)

Ira Marlowe: vocals, guitars, bass,

keyboards, percussion