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



[Original first verse (1992-93):]

Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place

Where the caravan camels roam

Where they cut off your ear

If they don't 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