Hatshepsut, I built you a tomb What were you up to in your tomb? Blood in the mouth with your slicked back hair Pearly white dentures and that's not fair 1987, you just had to be there Save me that juicy apple pear I'm going on a trip to San Francisco, baby come with me The Skeena River travels through my bones All the kids with their girlfriends having fun making kids I refuse I refuse I refuse All I ever wanted was a bed and a pole All I ever wanted was a grade 3 swimming pool