Seven years of bumper crops are on their wayYears of plenty endless wheat and tons of hayYour farms will boom, there won't be roomTo store the surplus food you growAfter that, the future doesn't look so brightEgypt's luck will change completely over nightAnd famine's hand will stalk the landWith food, an all time lowNoble king, there is no doubtWhat your dreams are all aboutAll these things you saw in your pajamasAre a long range forecast for your farmersAnd I'm sure it's crossed your mindWhat it is you have to findFind a man to lead you through the famineWith a flair for economic planningBut who this man could be, I just don't knowWho this man could be, I just don't knowWho this man could be, I just don't know