The Sphinx (Just Sits And Thinks And Thinks And Thinks And Thinks)

Lyric: Robert King
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1926
Original publisher: Skidmore Music Co., Inc.

Verse 1:

In Egyptland,
There on the sand,
Sits the Sphinx beside the river Nile.
Gravely, its face
Looks into space,
Never says a word or cracks a smile.
Men of renown
Ponder and frown,
Just to solve this freak of history.
I've figured out
What it's about,
It's no mystery:

Chorus:

The Sphinx, the Sphinx
Just sits and thinks and thinks and thinks and thinks.
The Sphinx just blinks,
But never tells a single thing it thinks.
The poor thing worries constantly,
Is "she" a "he" or "he" a "she?"
The Sphinx, the Sphinx
Just sits and thinks and thinks and thinks and thinks.

Verse 2:

Time comes and goes,
Nobody knows
How to solve the riddle of the Sphinx.
Oh, what a shame,
Someone's to blame,
Who invented such an awful jinx?
Tourists galore
Come by the score,
Gaze upon this ancient work of art;
They all confess,
They cannot guess,
Just what's in its heart;

[Chorus]