Oh I come from a land, from a faraway placeWhere the caravan
camels roamWhere it's flat and immenseAnd the heat is
intenseIt's barbaric, but hey, it's home[Original
first verse (1992-93):]Oh I come from a land, from a faraway
placeWhere the caravan camels roamWhere they cut off your earIf
they don't like your faceIt's barbaric, but hey,
it's home }When the wind's from the eastAnd the
sun's from the westAnd the sand in the glass is rightCome
on downStop on byHop a carpet and flyTo another Arabian
nightArabian nightsLike Arabian daysMore often than notAre
hotter than hotIn a lot of good waysArabian nights'Neath
Arabian moonsA fool off his guardCould fall and fall hardOut
there on the dunes
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