Robin Williams





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