Hatshepsut

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