Shrieks of Sheiks as they run across the movie screen

A thousand sand-dune soldiers led by an Arabian Queen

And the harem girls move like fancy (Clancy's) dancers

In my dirty dreams

And I wake up on the floor clutching the bed-lamp

And Mama comes in, she screams

"Hey you been out with that tramp again last night

You know that silver-sequined Arab black bitch

The one that Mama don't like ?"

But Mama she sings me moontime melodies

With this great Top 40 hook

She shrugs her shoulders, she don't care

Papa just stares and says "Mary, look the girl's alright

The girl's alright"



And there's a tenseness in the air He turns and says

Don't you know, can't you feel it "Tell me son, what's the word ?"

Because there's something hanging there 'Cos you know he can't hear it

Pull back the mist and reveal it But don't go near it

And even if you fear what you near It's criticized as too absurd

Don't conceal it Even the animals fear it

'Cos if what Mama feels is too real Papa says "Fetch me my flashlight,

son"

She just claims she don't feel it And she stumbles out the front door



So come out from behind your bunkers

'Cos the lift-off's been a bust

Oh Papa's Gone and Mama's dead

And buried in my rocket dust

You're alone now for the first time

Don't worry, 'cos that's all right

All fear will completely disappear

Come the Arabian Night



Well the soundman smiles and turns the dials

To set the meter readin' rising

He pulls the singer's voice from out of his pocket

To see if the audience likes it

Oh and in the very first row sits sweet Jenny Rue

With a bell on her shoe and she wants him to make it

He flicks