Pharaoh's Dreams Explained

Seven years of bumper crops are on their way
Years of plenty; endless wheat and tons of hay
Your farms will boom, there won't be room
To store the surplus food you grow

After that, the future doesn't look so bright
Egypt's luck will change completely overnight
And famine's hand will stalk the land
With food an all-time low

Noble king, there is no doubt
What your dreams are all about
And all these things you saw in your pajamas
Are a long-range forecast for your farmers

And I'm sure it's crossed your mind
What it is you have to find
Find a man to lead you through the famine
With a flair for economic planning

But who this man could be
I just don't know (who this man could be I just don't—)
Who this man could be
I just don't know (who this man could be I just don't—)
Who this man could be
I just don't know!