Here I sleep the morning through   Till the wail of the call to prayer awakes me   And there ain't nothing at all to do but rise and follow   The day wherever it takes me      I stand at the window and I look at the sea   And I am what I am and what will be will be   I stand at the window and I look at the sea   Then I make me a pot of opium tea      Down at the port I watch the boats come in   Oh, watch the boats come in can do something to you   And the kids gather around with an outstretched hand   And I toss them a dirham or two      Well, I wonder if my children are thinking of me   'Cause I am what I am and what will be will be   I wonder if my kids are thinking of me   And I smile and I sip my opium tea      At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts   And the shapes of hooded men who pass me   And the mad moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs   The strange luck that fate has cast me      Well, the cats on the rampart sing merrily   That he is what he is and what will be will be   Yeah, the cats on the rampart sing merrily   And I sit and I drink up my opium tea      I'm a prisoner here, I can never go home   There is nothing here to win or lose   There are no choices needed to be made at all   Not even the choice of having to choose      Well, I'm a prisoner here, yes but I'm also free   'Cause I am what I am and what will be will be   I'm a prisoner here, yeah but I'm also free   And I smile and I sip my opium tea