Old King Tut
- Say, mister?
- Yeah?
- Can you tell me where King Toot-Toot-and-Come-In's tomb is?
- Ha-ha! Why, tut, tut, tut, my boy! You mean King Tutankhamen's tomb.
- Aye, that's the man. Do you know anything about him?
- Do I know anything about him? Why, you just listen to me:
Three thousand years ago
In history we know
King Tutenkhamen ruled a mighty land
He ruled for many years
'Mid laughter, song and tears
He made a record that will always stand
Why they opened up his town the other day and jumped with glee
They learned a lot of ancient history
In old King Tut-Tut-Tutenkhamen's day
Beneath the tropic skies
King Tut-Tut-Tut was very wise
Now old King Tut-Tut-Tut was always gay
Cleopatra she sat upon his knee
Pat! That's where she sat
The girls would dance for him and every move a treat
They'd move and move and move but never move their feet
A thousand girls would dance each day
With lots of hip-hip-hip-hooray
In old King Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut, King Tutty's day
His tomb instead of tears
Was full of souvenirs
He must have travelled greatly in his time
The gold and silver ware
That they found hidden there
Was from hotels of ev'ry land and clime
While going thru his royal robes they found up in his sleeve
The first love letter Adam wrote to Eve
In old King Tut-Tut-Tutenkhamen's day
The dancers then in style
Would even make the old Sphinx smile
In old King Tut-Tut-Tutenkhamen's day
On the desert sand old King Tutty's band
Played while maiden's swayed
They'd dance for old King Tut 'neath moonlit skies so warm
They wore such happy smiles and were in perfect form
They'd dance for him both fat and thin
He didn't care a darn what shape they were in
In old King Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut, King Tutty's day
In old King Tut-Tut-Tutenkhamen's day
There was no Mister Heinz
With fifty-seven diff'rent kinds
In old King Tut-Tut-Tutenkhamen's day
Peaches of that land
They were never canned
Pears left anywhere
Why, Sam from Alabam' would not run one, two, three
Oh, what a mark he'd be for old Mark Antony
Why Valentino as a sheik
He wouldn't last a half a week
In old King Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut, King Tutty's day
- Yeah?
- Can you tell me where King Toot-Toot-and-Come-In's tomb is?
- Ha-ha! Why, tut, tut, tut, my boy! You mean King Tutankhamen's tomb.
- Aye, that's the man. Do you know anything about him?
- Do I know anything about him? Why, you just listen to me:
Three thousand years ago
In history we know
King Tutenkhamen ruled a mighty land
He ruled for many years
'Mid laughter, song and tears
He made a record that will always stand
Why they opened up his town the other day and jumped with glee
They learned a lot of ancient history
In old King Tut-Tut-Tutenkhamen's day
Beneath the tropic skies
King Tut-Tut-Tut was very wise
Now old King Tut-Tut-Tut was always gay
Cleopatra she sat upon his knee
Pat! That's where she sat
The girls would dance for him and every move a treat
They'd move and move and move but never move their feet
A thousand girls would dance each day
With lots of hip-hip-hip-hooray
In old King Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut, King Tutty's day
His tomb instead of tears
Was full of souvenirs
He must have travelled greatly in his time
The gold and silver ware
That they found hidden there
Was from hotels of ev'ry land and clime
While going thru his royal robes they found up in his sleeve
The first love letter Adam wrote to Eve
In old King Tut-Tut-Tutenkhamen's day
The dancers then in style
Would even make the old Sphinx smile
In old King Tut-Tut-Tutenkhamen's day
On the desert sand old King Tutty's band
Played while maiden's swayed
They'd dance for old King Tut 'neath moonlit skies so warm
They wore such happy smiles and were in perfect form
They'd dance for him both fat and thin
He didn't care a darn what shape they were in
In old King Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut, King Tutty's day
In old King Tut-Tut-Tutenkhamen's day
There was no Mister Heinz
With fifty-seven diff'rent kinds
In old King Tut-Tut-Tutenkhamen's day
Peaches of that land
They were never canned
Pears left anywhere
Why, Sam from Alabam' would not run one, two, three
Oh, what a mark he'd be for old Mark Antony
Why Valentino as a sheik
He wouldn't last a half a week
In old King Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut, King Tutty's day
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