What’s going on

What’s going on babe

What slipped into your mind

What’s going on babe

You used to be so kind

From the day you knew you were good

You became worse every day

From the day you realised you were pretty

You became uglier every day

Some people love Monroe or Bardot

I had you but now it’s Cleopatra who steels my show

Old gal from Egypt, more sacred than love itself

Old gal from Egypt, the Bible fell off my shelve

What’s going on babe

Your mouth became a big nose

Your hands became the hands of Judas

And your feet have frozen

What’s going on babe

Your eyes became a conviction

Your hair became a suicide-attempt

And your heart became fiction

Old gal from Egypt, please show me the way

Take me with you to the land of the blind

Take me with you honey

To the place that takes time out of mind

Old gal from Egypt, sing for me a song

Old gal from Egypt, tell me what’s going on

Old gal from Egypt, let me see your face

Old gal from Egypt, let me die in grace

Old gal from Egypt, show me the way

Old gal from Egypt, tell me it’s okay

What’s going on

Ó Mark Lotterman 2001