oh i come from a land, from a faraway place, where
the caravan camles roam, where they cut your ear
if they don\'t like your face, it\'s barbaric but
hey is home!where the wind\'s from the east and
the sun\'s from 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 that not, and hotter
than hot in a lot of good ways.arabian nights,
with arabian moons a fool of guard could fall and
fall hard out there on the dunes