Rock the casbahclashcombat rocknow the king told the boogie menyou have to let that raga dropthe oil down the desert wayhas been shakin' to the topthe shiek he drove his cadillache went a' cruisnin' down the villethe muezzin was a' standingon the radiator grillechorusthe shareef don't like itrockin' the casbahrock the casbahthe shareef don't like itrockin' the casbahrock the casbahby order of the prophetwe ban that boogie sounddegenerate the faithfulwith that craazy casbah soundbut the bedouin they brought outthe electric camel drumthe local guitar pickergot his guitar picking thumbas soon as the shareefhad cleared the squarethey began to wailchorusnow over at the templeoh! they really pack 'em inthe in crowd say it's coolto dig this chanting thingbut as the wind changed directionthe temple band took fivethe crowd caught a wiffof that crazy casbah jivechorusthe king called up his jet fightershe said you better eaarn your paydrop your bombs between the minaretsdown the casbah wayas soon as the shareef waschauffeured outta therethe jet pilots tuned tothe cockpit radio blareas soon as the shareef wasoutta their hairthe jet pilots wailedchorushe thinks it's not kosherfundamentally he can't take it.you know he really hates it.