arabian nights
Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where they cut off your ear
If they don't like your face
It's barbaric, but hey, it's home
When the wind's from the east And the sun's from the west And the sand in the glass is right Come on down Stop on by Hop 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 Arabian moons A fool off his guard Could fall and fall hard Out there on the dunes