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 a**ess 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