Lyrics

When the first sweet notes of the music sound The boys all gather from miles around Just to see Egyptian Ella And folks all know when those caravans Start pouring in from desert sands That it must be Egyptian Ella Then Mister Sphinx sits up and blinks There's so much to see She squirms and shakes so the worms and snakes All bite themselves with jealousy She's a great big gal in a great big land And the boys all give her a great big hand How they love Egyptian Ella The boys hang a round but she plainly states She doesn't care a fig about dates And they can't make Egyptian Ella A sheik tried to kidnap her once I'm told But she shook so much that he lost his hold He couldn't hold Egyptian Ella So the Pasha wrote her a royal note With his royal fist It said because of the dance she does She's in his royal waiting list And that's how fame of a different sort Has come at last from an indoor sport To our own Egyptian Ella
Writer(s): W. Doyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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