Composer
Robert King and Harry Warren
Publisher
Skidmore Music Co., Inc.
Lyrics

In Egypt land
There in the sand
Sits the Sphinx beside the river Nile
Gravely its face
Looks into space
Never says a word or cracks a smile
Men of renown
Ponder and frown
Just to solve this freak of history
I've figured out
What it's about
It's no mystery:

CHORUS:
The Sphinx,
The Sphinx
Just sits and thinks and thinks and thinks and thinks
The Sphinx
Just blinks
But never tells a single things it thinks
The poor thing worries constantly
Is "She" a "He" or "He" a "She"?
The Sphinx,
The Sphinx
Just sits and thinks and thinks and thinks and thinks

Time comes and goes
Nobody knows
How to solve the riddle of the Sphinx
Oh! What a shame
Someone's to blame
Who invented such an awful jinx?
Tourists galore
Come by the score
Gaze upon this ancient work of art
They all confess
They cannot guess
Just what's in its heart: