The Way Out Mummy

When I was walking one night to class the old museum When I saw a sight that made me flip my beam A big wide thing, came walking to the door When I saw what it was, when I let it roll It was a rather large mummy But a rather large tummy, yes I mean a way out of my mind, it's really really

With a way out of my mind, oh yes He was just rocking, it was rolling, it was a real crazy spook But long lost, a horseman too, King Baruch, was singing. The cat was big, man, like he was large, his belly was swinging like clear patters barge.

When he took off his sheet, he really was a gasser. He had a tattoo on his belly, saying, I like Nasser. He was the way out, mummy, really. I mean, a really, really big tummy.

I mean, a fantastic mummy. Oh, something else. With a way out, tummy, yes. Well he was rocking and he was rolling. Oh great. Stupid spook. A long, long, long, thousand-two king power quook was singing.

Oh well, the sun came up, so I started to race. I had to get back to my mummy case. I never returned to this very day. But perhaps if you go back to that museum, you might hear him say...

Look at the mummy! I'm gonna read you crazy spook! I'm about to ask the new king power of the big king!