Oh I come from a land, from a far away 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
When the winds 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 of his guard, could fall and fall hard
Out there on the dunes
