Let me tell you 'bout Ahab the Arab
The Sheik of the Burning Sand
He had emeralds and rubies just drippin' off 'a him
And a ring on every finger of his hands
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 Swingingest grade 'A' number one US 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, [Foreign Content]
Which is Arabic for, 'Stop, Clyde!'
And Clyde would say
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?' Yeah

Ahab walked up to her and he said, [Foreign Content]
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, crazy', 'round and around and around

Yeah 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