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[Verse]
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Oh Mister Tut what good's it do
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They love your chair but nobody cares for you
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Egyptian nights were never colder
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And all your friends are thousands of years older
D        D7               Gm
Whatever happened to that gang down by the Sphinx
C                               F    Faug  Gm
Seems they're only forty winks away
Gm                                Dm
Those girls from Cairo with their belly button jewels
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Made you play the fool yesterday yesterday
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And now you keep in shape with Elmer's glue
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Cause you're all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
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Oh Mister Tut, they love the mask
                      A7                 Dm         Dm  Ddim7  A7
But do they love you? Honey, sweetheart, don't ask
Dm                                        A7
Where's those baby browns and that pearly smile?
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That smile that drove 'em wild by the early Nile
D               D7         Gm
You make one terrific hieroglyphic, don't you bro
C                              F               Faug  Gm
Centuries of standing sideways turned you to a pro
Gm                         Dm
Those girls from Cairo who filled your heart with lust
A7                    Dm                     A7
They've all turned to dust, yesterday, yesterday
            Dm             Ddim             A7
(And those) bandages don't do that much for you
                                                  Dm
Cause you're all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
Dm                          A7
Oh Mister Tut, they dig the tomb, yeah
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All that gold leaf brightens up a room
               Dm                                             A7
But what's the diff, when you're stiff, what riff they're playing
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When your ears have spent five thousand years decaying?
D            D7             Gm
What does it matter what possessions you may boast?
C                                  F     Faug
When you're just a ghost it's only jive, clive
Gm                                    Dm
Your sarcophagus is glowing but your esophagus is showing
    A7                 Dm                                A7
Who cares how rich you are love when you look like Boris Karloff
     Dm                   Ddim             A7
Call Nautilus, they might even refund your due
                                                  Dm
Cause you're all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
Dm                          A7
Oh Mister Tut, you wait and see
                                                Dm
Another few thousand years they're gonna dig up me
                                              A7
And I'll have all my little treasures near at hand
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A CD of Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
D                  D7         Gm
A little dried out Maui wowee crumbled in a bong
   C                          F
A letter from my honey saying love you kid, so long
     Gm                                 Dm
Some peanut butter sandwiches that have long returned to sand
A7                           Dm                       A7
Not much gold or silver, but Tut, I think you'll understand
     Dm        Ddim              A7
That in my way I'll be just like you
                                     Dm
All wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues

[Outro]
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All wrapped up
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All wrapped up
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All wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues...