Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where it s flat and immense
And the heat is intense
It s barbaric, but hey, it s home
[Original first verse (1992-93):]
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
©
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