The alan parsons project pyramania lyrics

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



I've consulted all the sages

I could find in the yellow pages

But there aren't many of them

And the myan panoramas

On my pyramid pajamas

Haven't helped my little problem

I've 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

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

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