King Tut (King Tut)
Now when he was a young man,
He never thought he’d see
People stand in line to see the boy king.
(King Tut) How’d you get so funky?
(Funky Tut) Did you do the monkey?
Born in Arizona,
Moved to Babylonia (King Tut).
(King Tut) Now, if I’d known
They’d line up just to see you,
I’d trade in all my money
And bought me a museum. (King Tut)
Buried with a donkey (Funky Tut)
He’s my favorite honky!
Born in Arizona,
Moved to Babylonia (King Tut)
Dancin’ by the Nile, (Disco Tut)
The ladies love his style, (Waltzing Tut)
Rockin’ for a mile (Rockin’ Tut)
He ate a crocodile.
He gave his life for tourism.
Golden idol!
He’s an Egyptian
They’re sellin’ you.
Now, when I die,
Don’t think I’m a nut,
Don’t want no fancy funeral,
Just one like ole king Tut. (king Tut)
He coulda won a Grammy,
Buried in his jammies,
Born in Arizona, moved to Babylonia,
He was born in Arizona, lived in a condo made of stone-a,
King Tut
HERE is an older one from 1923, Edison Records.
Song Title: OLD KING TUT
Subtitle: In Old King Tutenkhamen’s Day
Type: Song
Composer: Harry Von Tilzer
Lyricist: William Jerome
Copyright: 1923
Publisher: Harry Von Tilzer Music Co., New York
Cover Artist: Ags Czabo
Notes: Written just after the discovery of King Tut’s tomb.
The “Beechnut ancestry” is perhaps a way to imply that Tut’s genealogy was suspect (which it certainly is, if Cleopatra sat on his knee). The phrase may come from the use of roasted beechnuts as a substitute for coffee, hence an ersatz lineage.
In old King Tut-Tut-Tut-enkhamen’s day,
Beneath the tropic skies King Tut-Tut-Tut was very wise,
Now old King Tut-Tut-Tut was always gay,
Cleopatra she sat upon his knee, Pat! that’s where she sat.
Now old King Tut was just a nut as you can see,
Still proud was Tut about his Beechnut ancestry.
A thousand girls would dance each day,
With lots of hip-hip-hip-hooray,
In old King Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut, King Tutty’s Day.
His tomb instead of tears, Was full of Souveniers,
He must have travelled greatly in his time–
The gold and silver ware, That they found hidden there,
Was from hotels of ev’ry land and clime.
While going thru’ his royal robes they found up in his sleeve,
The first love letter Adam wrote to Eve.
CHORUS:
In old King Tut-Tut-Tut-enkhamen’s day,
The dancers then in style
Would even make the old Sphinx smile,
In old King Tut-Tut-Tutenkhamen’s day,
On the desert sand old King Tutty’s band
Played while maiden’s [sic] swayed.
They’d dance for old King Tut ‘neath moonlit skies so warm,
They wore such happy smiles and were in perfect form.
They’d dance for him both fat and thin,
He didn’t care what shape they’re in,
In old King Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut, King Tutty’s Day.