Oh I com from a land From a faraway place Wher the caravan camels roam Where they cut off your ear/Where it's flat and immense If they don't like your face/And the heat is intense It's barbaric, but hey-it's home!
When the wind's at your back.
And the sun's from the west And the sand in the glass is right Come on down,
Stop on by Hop on a carpet and fly To another arabian night!

Arabian nights Like arabian days More often than not Are hotter than hot In a lot of good ways

Arabian nights 'Neath arbian moons a fool off his gaurd Could fall and fall hard