Chorus
Up and down an incline plane,
Up and down an incline plane,
It’s less work going up, Or coming down again,
Up and down an incline plane.
We’re told how the Egyptians long ago,
Built the pyramids of the great Pharaohs,
Pushed big blocks of stone up an incline plane,
Their ramps are gone but the pyramids remain.
Chorus
In my automobile for a mountain ride,
When I take my car up a mountain side,
Roads aren’t built straight up that is too much strain,
But slowly we curve up on an incline plane.
Chorus
Parking my old car when I go downtown,
In that parking garage I’ve got to drive around
Those ramps I drive upon are all incline planes.
As I drive around I can still sing this refrain.