Egyptian Cream

Egyptian cream, she loves to smear

She loves to smear it everywhere

On her face and on her hands

'Til 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