My Egyptian Grammar Songtext

I couldn't remember the 15 minutes before.

A white-haired half Samoan girl from Darwin

Gave me a ride, it seems; she let me the car in.

But what it was she said, I couldn't say.



Now, that clearly didn't happen. I consulted my Egyptian Grammar.

On p. 333 was the hieroglyph for motorcycle helmet.



I combined this with a leather-back's shell as I felt I was instructed.

I Xeroxed it and posted it down by the bike lock-ups at the Oriental Institute.
Maybe a nether-world entity would see it and pass it on to those responsible.

That kind of thing must happen sometimes.



Now that clearly didn't happen. I consulted by Egyptian Grammar.

On p. 428 was the hieroglyph for French Canal boat.



I met on the Midway someone channeling up a whatever it wasn't:

There are 17 sections of cymbals in the orchestra of the oversold, it said.

Your youth is lost and doesn't it now seem

You can't make smoke--only steam?



Now that clearly didn't happen. I consulted my Egyptian Grammar.

On p. 566 was the hieroglyph for a blue jay.