Pyramania - The Alan Parsons Project

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

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

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la ooh

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la ooh

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