Tut-Ench-Amon (Tutankhamen)

Been and seen down flight from Chicago All aboard the African Queen I am on a night boat down to Cairo Feeling like a tourist with a foreign man abroad Tells it like he thinks it is but I know he is fraud There is a map tucked under his shoulder And a cap perched on his head If he looked any older, he might as well be dead Dressed in army surplus, the files around me swarm On a mission without a purpose, I wish I'd never been born By the light of a pale moon, Tutankhamen Half past high noon, Tutankhamen Put you in the picture, 1884 I'm up to date on the literature But I have never been here before There is a black boy on the corner, trailing me behind Stalking like a vulture, money on his mind In the shadow of the giant sphinx, the archaeological tale Before the eastern sun sinks, I'll be learning braille By the light of a pale moon, Tutankhamen Half past high noon, Tutankhamen They are playing our tune, Tutankhamen Half past high noon, Tutankhamen By the light of a, light of a pale moon, Tutankhamen Half past high noon, Tutankhamen By the light of a pale moon, Tutankhamen Half past high noon, Tutankhamen