Peddler: Oh I come from a land
Arabian nights
Arabian nights
From a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where they cut off your ear /Where it's flat and immense
If they don't like your face /And the heat is intense
It's barbaric, but hey, it's home!
When the wind's at your back
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!
Like Arabian days
More often than not
Are hotter than hot
In a lot of good ways
B'neath Arabian moons
A fool off his guard
Could fall and fall hard
Out there on the dunes.