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