Ahab The Arab

Let me tell you 'bout Ahab The Arab

The Sheik of the burning sand

He had emeralds and rubies just a dripping offa 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

Spoken

Silently through the night to the sultan's tent where he would

secretly meet up with Fatima of the Seven Veils, the swingingest

number one dancer in the Sultan's whole harem, 'cause, like 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

[imitate Arabic speech], which is Arabic for, "whoa,

Baby”! And Clyde'd say, [imitate camel voice].

Well…he brought his 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.

Spoken

There she was, friends and neighbors, laying there in all her

radiant beauty. Eating on a raisin, and a grape, and an apricot,

and a pomegranate, a bowl of chitterlings, two bananas, three

Hershey bars, and sipping on a "ROC" Co-Cola,

listening to her transistor, watching the Grand Ole Opry, and

reading Mad magazine while she sung, "Does your chewing gum

lose its flavor”. And Ahab walked up to her and he'd say

[imitate Arabic], which is Arabic for, "Let's twist again

like we did last summer, baby" [giggles]. And she'd say

[coy, girlish laugh] "Crazy baby"!

[Background singers] 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 was caught by surprise,

And the Sultan had fire flashing outta 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,

Cutting out across the sand,

With the Sultan's whole army in hot pursuit…on and on they

ran.

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Well, to make a long story short, they got away, cause there

weren't no animal alive what could keep up with Clyde once he

got started. Cuz he was the swiftest speed on the whole desert,

babies. And they made it across the border, where he had [can't

hear it] and rubies and emeralds and they bought ‘em a

swinging little split-level pad and lived happy ever after.

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.