(Ray Stevens)



Let me tell you ‘bout Ahab the Arab, the Sheik of the burning sand,

He had emeralds and rubies just a-dripping off ‘a him and a ring on every finger of his hand.

He wore a big old turban wrapped around his head, a scimitar by his side

And every evening about midnight he'd jump on his camel named Clyde.

And ride silently through the night to the Sultan's tent

Where he would secretly meet up with Fatima of the Seven Veils.

She was the swingin'est number one dancer in the Sultan's whole harem.

It was like him and her they had a little Adam going, you see,

Behind the old bugger's back.

And you could hear him talking to his camel

And as he rode out across the dunes past the oil wells

His voice would cut through the still night desert air

And he'd say, “Maaaaaaa oyy oyy oyy !!!”

Which is Arabic for “Oh, baby ...”

And Clyde would say, “Yewrah raaaoww uh uh uh uh uh!”



Well, he brought his camel to a screeching halt at the rear of Fatima's tent,

Jumped off Clyde, snuck around the corner and into the tent he went.

There he saw Fatima laying on a, on a zebra skin rug,

With rings on her fingers, bells on her toes and a bone in her nose, eeeeyye.



There she was friends and neighbors, laying there in all her radiant beauty,

She was eating on a raisin, had a grape, and an apricot, and a pomegranate,

A bowl of chitterlings, two bananas, three Hershey bars, four burritos,

Sipping on a frozen margarita, listening to a transistor radio,

Watching the Grand Ole Opry, reading Rolling Stone magazine and singing Rocky Mountain High.

And Ahab walked up to her and he said, “Yeeeiiaaaahowowhidehowdihi!”

Which is Arabic for, “Let's boogie again like we did last summer, baby.”

And she said, “Oh, Ah