Let me tell you ‘bout Ahab the Arab, the Sheik of the burning sand,
He had emeralds and rubies just a-dripping off ‘a him
And a ring on every finger of his hand.
He wore a big old turban wrapped around his head, and a scimitar by his side
And every evening about midnight he’d jump on his camel named Clyde
And ride silently through the night to the Sultan’s tent
Where he would secretly meet up with Fatima of the Seven Veils...
The swingin’est number one dancer in the Sultan’s whole harem.
'Cause like him and her had a thing goin', you know, like they had
Been carrying on for some time now behind the sultan's back.
And you could hear him talking to his camel as he rode out across
The dunes and his voice would cut through the still night desert air
And he’d say, "Maaaaaaa oyy oyy oyy !!!"
Which is Arabic for "Whoa, babies!"
And Clyde would say, "Yewrah raaaoww uh uh uh uh uh!"
Well, he brought his camel to a screeching halt in the rear of Fatima’s tent