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 lotta good ways.
Arabian nights ‘neath Arabian moons, a fool off his guard could fall and
fall hard out there on the dunes.