Ali Baba burning the midnight oil He don't fret and he don't toil But who will put out the light Who can compete with those Arabian Nights
In the desert a nomad is no bad thing Pitch your tent next to a Bedouin But choose a good date to read your palm And listen to the words of the desert song
In the harems of Baghdad how bazaar Veiled in the back of a Cadillac car The Saracen swords fought the infidel hordes Richard the Lionheart and the Christendom Lords
Conspicious in purda down Harley Street The Sheiks of the desert got the system beat But all the warriors of Islam Never did win what the oil has won