Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place  Where the caravan camels roam  Where they cut of your ear  If they dont 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