Pyramania

There are pyramids in my head
 There's one underneath my bed
 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-yap
 I've consulted all the sages
 I could find in yellow pages
 But there aren't many of them
 And the Mayan 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 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
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 I had read
 Somewhere in a book
 They improve all your food and wine
 And I've been told
 Someone in the know can be sure of his good luck
 And it's no lie
 All you really need is a little bit of pyramidic help