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

And a ring on every finger of his hands

He wore a big ol' 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

Swingingest grade A number one U.S. choice dancer

In the Sultan's whole harem

'Cause heh, him and her had a thing going

You know 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

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Which is Arabic for, "Stop, Clyde!"

Clyde would say

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Which is camel for, "What the heck did he say anyway?"

Well

He brought that camel to a screeching halt

At 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

Wearing 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 chitterlings, two bananas, three Hershey bars

Sipping on a "R C" Co-Cola listening to her transistor

Watching the Grand Ole Opry on the tube

Reading the Mad magazine while she sung

"Does your chewing gum lose it's flavor?"

And Ahab walked up to her and he said

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Which is Arabic for, "Let's twist again like we did last summer, baby" You know what I mean! Whew!

She looked up at him from off the rug

Give him one of the sly looks

She said, "Crazy crazy crazy cray"

'Round and around and around and around and around and around

And that's the story 'bout Ahab the Arab

The Sheik of the burnin' sand

Ahab the Arab the swinging Sheik of the burnin' sand