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