text: Sad to say our mighty ruler
  Is not really in the pink
  Hopes could not be minuscular
  That hell 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
  Itll soon be top morticians
  Well be calling for instead
  With each wheeze the nations humming
  Egypt shakes with every cough
  No two ways about whats coming
  No discussion, bets are off
  Soon our monarch will have filled the tomb
  Just like his fathers did
  Summon egypts 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 thats grand by
  Any standards for to live
  Put five thousand slaves on standby
  Build another pyramid