How in the... Uh. Awk!

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

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

Ah, salaam and good evening to you, worthy friend.

Please, please, come closer.

Too close. A little too close.