Organs In A Jar (Y8+)
Tim Griffin

to the tune of Whiskey In The Jar (Irish trad)

 

Tutankhamen was a pharaoh of the land along the river

So when he died his people dried his stomach and his liver

His lungs and his intestine went into the salt of natron

Then stored in four canopic jars, each with its godly patron

 

When a pharaoh died (clap x4)

He’d be cut and dried (clap x2)

His body mummified, his organs in a jar

 

They put a hook into his nose and gently drew his brains out

Be careful where you put ‘em or you’ll never get the stains out

They dried him up for sixty days, it was a lot of work; he

Might once have been a mighty king but now he’s just a jerky

 

When a pharaoh died (clap x4)

He’d be cut and dried (clap x2)

His body mummified, his organs in a jar

 

When done with desiccation, they removed the salt he’d been in

Then wrapped him up in resin and a hundred yards of linen

They laid him in a coffin and sarcophagus to rest in

With jars to hold his lungs and liver, stomach and intestine

 

When a pharaoh died (clap x4)

He’d be cut and dried (clap x2)

His body mummified, his organs in a jar

 

They sealed him in a secret tomb with charms and wards and curses

He rested through three thousand years and far too many verses

The pyramids were plundered so a secret tomb was smarter

We might have never found him if it weren’t for Howard Carter

 

When a pharaoh died (clap x4)

He’d be cut and dried (clap x2)

His body mummified, his organs in a jar

 

When a pharaoh died (clap x4)

He’d be cut and dried (clap x2)

His body mummified, his organs in a jar

 

Notes

I was up late at night reading a book about the ancient Egyptians. When I woke suddenly with a lyric in my head, I knew my muse would not allow me to sleep until I’d written it down. Did my reading inspire a song about the rich cultural and political history of Egypt? Sadly, it did not.