Ali Baba burning the midnight oil
He don't fret and he don't toil
But who will put out the light
Who [bad word] with those Arabian Nights

In the desert a nomad is no bad thing
Pitch your tent next to a Bedouin
But choose a good date to read your palm
And listen to the words of the desert song

In the harems of Baghdad how bazaar
Veiled in the back of a Cadillac car
The Saracen swords fought the infidel hordes
Richard the Lionheart and the Christendom Lords

Conspicious in purda down Harley Street
The Sheiks of the desert got the system beat
But all the warriors of Islam
Never did win what the oil has won