Menken & Ashman)
Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place Where they cut off your ear
Where the the caravan camels roam
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 More often that not
Arabian nights
In a lot of good ways
Like Arabian days
Are hotter than hot
'Neath Arabian moons Arabian nights
Could fall and fall hard
A fool off his guard
Out there on the dunes.
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