Egyptian Cowboy - Electric Six

Strange raves on a Detroit beach

I was reaching for the rhythm but it’s out of reach

She was talking to the Buick

She was cutting her tequila with bleach

And she said to me There’s no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy

Your pretty haircut can’t help you now, boy

There’s nothing we can do for you

Unless you’re willing to kill

Hey, come on and kill

I think this city could have used a woman’s touch

As I’m wading through the toxic waste and such

'Cause everybody here said I won’t amount to much

Everybody here said I won’t amount to much

When I go from point A to point B I want thrills and chills

And blood to spill

But there’s never any people on the people mover

Public transit equivalent of Herbert Hoover

You’re never gonna get anywhere

Because you’re standing still, standing still

These songs don’t write themselves

I’ve got a music workshop run by elves

Making dozens of records by the trends

Stocking our product on Ikea shelves

Let me state that

My state of mind, mind, mind

is just fine

Baby, that’s the sound of the years going by You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die

Three cheers to me, here’s mud in your eye

I said, «Cheers to me, here’s mud in your eye»

She came to close out my tab

So I was troubled and she took a stab

And she said to me There’s no such thing as an electric tuba

The Detroit River’s not a good place to scuba

The only reason you’re here today

Is 'cause we need you to kill

Yeah, kill

My songs are tasty pies

Fresh oven-baked and filled with lies

Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys

Inhaling the aroma of Canadian lies

Oh my Why, you got quite a lot of problems, don’t you?

Shake that tambourine!

Shake that shaker machine!

Shake it, low

Shake it, high

Shake it Shake it