At a bus stop, feeling lazy
Caught a northbound for a mile
Saw you sitting by the window
You were flipping through a file

Bet you wonder what I’m doing
Come to think it, so do I
Feeling stretched out, feeling wasted
But I’m loaded, but why

But I’ve no time for talking
I shouldn’t be here walking
‘Cause I’m late for my limousine ride
And if you don’t recall my name
Well that’s the price of fame

But we’re known in the valley
And big back in Hali
We’re the Kings of the Canadian Nile
Though it’s hard to assess
The power we possess
If you haven’t caught our act in a while

So you go up to the palisade
Down by the old arcade
And then you’ll want to hang a right
Then it’s left at Burger King
Look for a murder scene
We’ll be appearing all night

Bet it feels good
Climbing slow and steady to the sky
Wish I had your inclination
I feel stupid trying to fly

But don’t you ever feel sorry
Don’t ever feel sorry for me
For being stuck in the alley
Trying to claw my way back till

We are known in the valley
And big back in Hali
We’re the Kings of the Canadian Nile
At seven ring pull
And let it ring full
Well I guess that sounds pretty wild

Just sit like you’re seventeen
And I won’t mind a bit
You’ll find the answers that you seek
Now flip through a magazine
Look for a murder scene
We’ll be appearing all week


Lyrics submitted by CrookedRain

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