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Of Egyptian kings we know o so many things'Cause the archaeologists have dug their tombsNow we're here to show how to treat a dead PharaohMake a mummy that can decorate your roomFirst your dead king's laid on a table where his brainIs pulled out with a wire through his noseThe his guts and lungs, stomach, liver must be bungedIn four jars so they do not decomposePour out salt to dry, on the body let it lieThere for 40 days until it mummifiesThen in bandages wrap up the body, leave a gapFor the mouth and pop in artificial eyesIn the coffin cold lay out prayers in little scrollThat will guard him on his journey far aheadPack his tomb with wealth, which he'll need for his healthIf he makes it to the country of the deadNow you've done your job there are villains who will robSo our mummy and its coffin we defendBuild a pyramid high so it points up to the skyPlace your dead king deep inside and that's the end From Letras Mania