Ahab the Arab

Let me tell you 'bout Ahab The Arab

The Sheik of the burning sand

He had emeralds and rubies just dripping off a-him

Had a ring on every finger of his hand

He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head

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

Swinging-est grade "A" number one U.S. choice government-inspected dancer in the Sultan's whole harem

'Cause, him and her had a thing going, yeah

And they'd been carrying on for some time now behind the Sultan's back

And you could hear him talk to his camel as he rode out across the dunes

His voice would cut through the still night desert air, and he'd say

Which is Arabic for, "Whoa, baby"

And Clyde'd say

Well, he brought that camel to a screeching halt

In the rear of Fatima's tent

Jumped off Clyde, snuck around the corner

And into the tent he went

There he saw Fatima laying on a Zebra skin rug

With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes

And a bone in her nose ho, ho

There she was friends, lying there in all her radiant beauty

Eating on a raisin, grape, apricot, pomegranate

Bowl of chitlins, two bananas, three candy bars

Sipping on an ice cold Co-Cola, listening to her transistor

And singing, "Does your chewing gum lose its flavor?"

Ahab walked up to her, looked down into her eyes, and tenderly, he said

Which is Arabic for, "Let's twist again like we did last summer, baby"

She looked up at him from off the rug, flapped them big old eyelashes

And she said

'Round and around and around and around

And around and around and around

All of a sudden, the sultan walked in

Ahab knew that this was the end

Him and Fatima were caught by surprise

And the sultan had fire flashing out of his eyes

Well, the sultan charged at Ahab, intending to make a dent

In his head, but he fled with Fatima, and out of the tent they went

They jumped on Clyde and started to ride, cuttin' out across the sand

With the sultan's whole army in hot pursuit, on and on they ran

Well, to make a long story short, they got away 'cause there weren't no animal alive

What to keep up with Clyde once he got started

'Cause he was the fastest steed on the whole desert hills

Anyway, they made it across the border, where Ahab hocked all his rubies and emeralds

And bought him a swangin' little split-level pad, and they lived happily ever after

And that's the story 'bout Ahab the Arab

The Sheik of the Burnin' sand

Ahab the Arab

The Sheik of the burnin' sand

Ahab the Arab, the Sheik of the burnin' sand

Ahab the Arab, the Sheik of the burnin' sand