In the middle of a caravan 
On a four wheel drive oasis 
There's a man with a thought in mind 
To cash in on the desert faces 
He's got a truckload of Yorkshire girls 
For your harem going places 
And the border bums never saw 
The guns in the whiskey cases 
There's a real, big demand 
And it's written in the palm of his hand 
He's gonna change the face of the desert 
He's gonna sweep away the sand 
Hang on sheik, I've got a yellow streak 
I ain't here, I'm a mirage 
Get back Des, keep it under your fez 
And don't give us away in the massage 
Look what I did for the pyramid 
I put a pool in and made it pay 
I built an elevator and a film theatre 
And I shipped it to the U.S.A. 
`Cos there's a real big demand 
And it's written in the palm of my hand 
I'm gonna change the face of the desert 
I'm gonna sweep away the sand 
Hang on friends! 
There's a lot more goodies in the pipeline 
So this ain't the time to close the deal 
Here's the deal 
Ooh, now you've got a Howitzer all of your own 
Ooh, and a Panzer division to chauffeur you home 
Gun running is fun 
But hang on, friends, hang on friends 
Allah be praised, there's a whole new craze 
We're gonna shoot up the foreign legion 
And it's up with the sheik 
And down with the frog 
We're gonna liberate the region! 
Oh Effendi, we're gonna bury your head in the sand 
Oh Effendi, you better get off my doggone land 
Hey, Prince of the moonbeams 
Son of the Sun, 
Light of a thousand stars 
Your gorillas are urban 
And there's bourbon on your turban 
And the sun shines out of your ass 
Oh Effendi, I'm gonna grovel in your wake 
Oh Effendi, it's all been a big mistake 
You're gonna cut out my liver 
If I don't deliver 
Things are getting out of hand 
I'm going to ride off into the sunset and 
Make a deal with the promised land 
Goodbye friends 
There's no more goodies in the pipeline