Oh I come from a land, from a faraway 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      [Original first verse (1992-93):]   Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place   Where the caravan camels roam   Where they cut off your ear   If they don't like your face   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 lot of good ways      Arabian nights   'Neath Arabian moons   A fool off his guard   Could fall and fall hard   Out there on the dunes