The Alan Parsons Project Pyromania lyrics

There are pyramids in my head
There's one underneath my bead
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 the yellow pages
But there aren't many of them
And the myan 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 bill 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

I had read somewhere in a book
They improve all your food and wine
I'd been told, someone in the know
Can be sure of his good luck and it's no lie
All you need is a little bit of pyramidic help