Old Egypt is the land of lotus, Where no one will ever notice,
any old thing you do,
You lead a life of utmost ease, You eat and drink whate'er you please
Or stay out till after two.
Mark Anthony once came from Rome, To visit Cleopatra's home,
Although they hid in a pyramid, They had a time, I'll say they did,
If all that they tell is true.
CHORUS:
If the land of the free is no longer to be,
You bet that I'll settle down in care-free Cairo town,
And I will hire a flat in some pyramid,
Where I can do the things that Rameses did,
And down there I'll never fear any two per-cent beer,
And all my sorrows I will drown,
Don't tell even my wife, But it's a wonderful life,
In care-free Cairo town.
The sun went down on Cairo Town, The Camels one by one kneel down,
And to each other say,
"Although we drink but once a week, We'd die of thirst if we should seek,
Our living along Broadway."
Old Pharoah [sic] was a tyrant cruel, But never dared a bone dry rule,
His hieroglyphic, though prolific, Never could be as terrific,
As those we have today.
CHORUS:
If the land of the free is no longer to be,
You bet that I'll settle down in care-free Cairo town,
And I will jazz the mummies for they won't dare,
To shake their shimmies for that's all they wear,
And I will have all my drinks shaken up by the Sphinx,
Unless the secret should be known
For the wets and drys, We'll never let them get wise
To care-free Cairo Town.