Sad to say our mighty ruler   Is not really in the pink   Hopes could not be minuscular   That he'll come back from the brink      Not to beat around the bush   He looks like heading for his box   At the risk of seeming pushy   We must plan for future shocks      According to the Hawk God Horus   Our most regal invalid   Is not that much longer for us   Build another pyramid      Build it, build it   Another pyramid   Build it, build it      Though all doctors and physicians   Have been summoned to his bed   It'll soon be top morticians   We'll be calling for instead      With each wheeze the nation's humming   Egypt shakes with every cough   No two ways about what's coming   No discussion, bets are off      Soon our monarch will have filled the tomb   Just like his fathers did   Summon Egypt's greatest builder   [Unverified] another pyramid      Build it, build it   Another pyramid   Build it, build it      We hate to depress the nation   But our leader has been told   He should scrub his next vacation   Even put tonight on hold      This is where his loyal priesthood   Has the chance to do him proud   Holy leaders at the least should   See him happy to his shroud      He must have a vault that's grand by   Any standards floor to lid   Put five thousand slaves on standby   Build another pyramid