Gladys Knight and the Pips have a pretty good version, too.

I'm partial to Johnny Cash's version, but that's because I am partial to Johnny Cash.

Who's a good Sphinx? You's a good Sphinx.

I'm sorry, Sphinxy winxy. I won't tell anyone going to Thebes. Eat all the travelers you like.

Spider-Phil, Spider-Phil, does whatever a Spider-Phil does...

Man, who walks on all fours as a child, two legs as an adult, and three using a cane as an old person?

I look at this pic and all I hear is, "28 days, 6 hours, 42 minutes, and 12 seconds. That is when the world will end."

Right? Like, what is the deal?

Living up to your name, huh. Artists make art because they have to make art, not because it needs to be seen or appreciated. Added bonus? Sure. But artists feel weird when they're not making art.

Actually makes me wish I had a cell phone. (Though I've come to like being unreachable, aside from when I decide to be reached.)