You get a shiver in the hall
You've left the costume ball, but in the meantime -
South of the ballroom you stop and you hold everything.
A band is playing filkish in straight four time.
You feel all right when you hear that sound.
You step inside but you don't see too many faces,
Comin' in out of the hall to hear the filk go down.
Competition from other spaces,
But the harps really make that sound.
Late at night, late at night in the circle.
You check out Dr. Jane, she does dino songs.
Mind you she's strictly science, she doesn't do the media thing.
And one lone guitar is all she brings along
When she gets up on stage to play and sing.
The Duras Sisters really liven up the filk.
Playing Start Trek songs and Babylon 5.
They can sing three part smooth as silk.
Raving it up on Friday night.
With the Pharaohs, with the Pharaohs of Filk.
There's a crowd of young Goths foolin' around in the corner.
Drunk and dressed in their best black raggies and fishnet hose.
They don't give a damn about any filk-playing band.
It don't suit their cyber-pose.
And the Pharaohs, the Pharaohs played ose (and more ose).
And the hotel man steps right into the ballroom.
"At last!" he says "it's 4 AM."
"Thanks! Goodnight, now it's time to go home."
But we make it fast with one more filk.
We are the Pharaohs, the Pharaohs of filk!