Egyptian Cream

Egyptian cream, she loves to smear
 She loves to smear it everywhere
 On her face and on her hands
 Till she feels like she's a man
 And when the change comes and the hair grows all over her skin
 She's a natural; she's part of the body she's in
 In the Sahara, there she lay
 On an ironing board one day
 She was gone for seven months
 Hadn't guessed what happened once
 When they told her "You're pregnant," she threw up her hands
 And thousands of fingers grew out of the sand
 Egyptian cream
 Egyptian cream, she loves to smear
 She loves to smear it everywhere
 When you're sore, too sore to dream
 Try some more Egyptian cream
 And when the change comes and the grass grows all over the mound
 The tadpoles come slithering out of the ground
 Egyptian cream