Way down 'mid the Pyramids, 'Way down by the desert sands,
There is a story very old, perhaps you know it,
It's about a famous poet and they called him Omar Khayyam.
Yes, Omar Khayyam, so the story goes,
Dressed up in his kingly clothes,
He'd go and preach philosophy
with just "a jug of wine," and "a loaf of bread and thou."
Down 'mid the Pyramids, this is what he did,
And with "a jug of wine," and pretty ladies, he called them "babies."
Come and happy be, For Omar Khayyam said, you're never really dead,
but you will turn to a rose, or a tree instead,
So dance to a merry song and it won't be long till you agree with me,
Then you will soon be just like I am,
the great and only Khayyam,
So let's dance 'mid the Pyramids.
'Way down 'mid the Pyramids, Far away on the desert sands,
He'd tell his story ev'ry day, he loved the teaching,
All about the stars apreaching, they 'most worshiped Omar Khayyam.
As Persia's wise man, 'neath the starry skies,
He would open all their eyes,
For he would tell 'em "why and how"
with just "a jug of wine" and "a loaf of bread and thou."