text: Shrieks of Sheiks as they run across the movie screen
  A thousand sand-dune soldiers led by an Arabian Queen
  And the harem girls move like fancy dancers
  In my dirty dreams
  And I wake up on the floor clutching the bed-lamp
  And Mama comes in, she screams
  Hey you been out with that tramp again last night
  You know that silver-sequined Arab black bitch
  The one that Mama dont like ?
  But Mama she sings me moontime melodies
  With this great Top 40 hook
  She shrugs her shoulders, she dont care
  Papa just stares and says Mary, look the girls alright
  The girls alright
  And theres a tenseness in the air-------He turns and says
  Dont you know, cant you feel it--------Tell me son, whats the word ?
  Because theres something hanging there--Cos you know he cant hear it
  Pull back the mist and reveal it---------But dont go near it
  And even if you fear what you near-------Its criticized as too absurd
  Dont conceal it-------------------------Even the animals fear it
  Cos if what Mama feels is too real------Papa says Fetch me my flashlight
  Son
  She just claims she dont feel it--------And she stumbles out the front door
  So come out from behind your bunkers
  Cos the lift-offs been a bust
  Oh Papas Gone and Mamas dead
  And buried in my rocket dust
  Youre alone now for the first time
  Dont worry, cos thats all right
  All fear will completely disappear
  Come the Arabian Night
  Well the soundman smiles and turns the dials
  To set the meter readin rising
  He pulls the singers voice from out of his pocket
  To see if the audience likes it
  Oh and in the very first row sits sweet Jenny Rue
  With a bell on her shoe and she wants him to make it
  He flicks a switch but Jenny moves too fast
  And the audience sways to the sound of her shotgun blast
  The manager comes running out from behind stage and says
  Check the bands arms for bullet holes
  Make that man roll up his sleeves
  The drummer shoots himself with cyanide
  And then asks to be relieved
  And me, I say Well, its too crazy in here
  Which is the stage door out, I gotta get up tomorrow morning for work
  And the promoter says Man, once youre in they all lead out
  Whats the matter man, aint you heard ?
  Theres a war going on on the outside
  And Im paying you to sing like a bird
  So get in and get tough or get up and get out
  Because things arent too tight
  I said Dont worry, man, everythings gonna loosen up
  Come the Arabian Night
  Come the Arabian Night
  So I get back in my bed
  But outside my window I hear another gang fight
  Its Duke and the boys against the Devils best man
  And both sides have drawn their knives
  And Duke hes a well-known knife-fighter
  And with one quick jab he brings the Devil down
  He smiles cos he knows theres a high bounty on Devils
  In any God-fearin town
  Well they say Duke sold the Devil to some priest in Pennsylvania
  To exhibit on his altar Christmas Night
  But the Devils eyes they still burn red with fire
  As long as Duke walks upright
  And he swears theres a going to be a showdown
  Come sundown on the Arabian night