Arabian Nights sing and play along

Oh, I come from a land,

from a far away 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.

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 lotta good ways.

Arabian nights 'neath Arabian moons,

a fool off his guard could fall and fall hard out there on the dunes.