Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where they cut of your ear

If they dont 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