My sisters and I

Have this wish before we die

And it may sound strange

As if our minds are deranged



So don't ask us why

Beneath the sheltering sky

We have this strange obsession

You have the means in your possession



Tea in the Sahara with you

Tea in the Sahara with you



The young man agreed

He would satisfy their need

So they danced for his pleasure

With a joy you could not measure



But he'd never return

So the sisters would burn

And his shelter in the sky

Of the desert he would fly



Tea in the Sahara with you

Tea in the Sahara with you

Tea in the Sahara with you

Tea in the Sahara with you



Tea in the Sahara with you

Tea in the Sahara with you

Tea in the Sahara with you

Tea in the Sahara with you