The Alan Parsons Project

Pyramania

Written by Eric Woolfson and Alan Parsons

There are pyramids in my head

There's one underneath my bead

And my lady's getting cranky

Every possible location

Has a simple explanation

And it isn't hanky-panky


I had read

Somewhere in a book, they improve all your food and your wine

It said, that everything you grow in your garden would taste pretty fine

Instead, all I ever get is a pain in the neck and a

Yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap


I've consulted all the sages

I could find in yellow pages

But there aren't many of them

And the mayan panoramas

On my pyramid pajamas

Haven't helped my little problem

I'd been told

Someone in the know can be sure that his luck is as

Good as gold, money in the bank and you don't even pay for it

If you fold, a dollar bill in the shape of the pyramid that's printed on the back

It's no lie

You can keep the edge of a razor as sharp as an

Eagle's eye, you can grow a hedge that is vertically straight over

Ten feet high, all you really need is a pyramid and just a little luck

I had read, somewhere in a book, they improve all your food and wine and

I'd been told, someone in the know can be sure of his good luck and

It's no lie, all you need is a little bit of pyramidic help



Song copyright 1977 Woolfsongs Ltd./Career Music Inc.

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