Let me tell you about 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 hand
He wore a big ol turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin, about midnight
Hed jump on his camel named Clyde, and ride
Silently through the night to the sultans tent where
he
would secretly meet up with Fatima of the
Seven Veils,
swingingest grade A number one US choice
dancer in
the sultans whole harem, cause, heh, him and
her had
a thing goin, you know, and theyd been
carryin on
for some time now behind the sultans 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 hed say
which is Arabic for, Stop, Clyde! and Clyded
say, imitate camel
sound, which is camel for, What the heck did
he say anyway?
Well, he brought that camel to a screechin halt
In the rear of Fatimas tent
Jumped off Clyde, snuck around the corner
And into the tent he went.
There he saw Fatima layin on a zebra skin rug
With
Rings on her fingers and
bells on her toes and a bone in her nose ho, ho.
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| There she was, friends, lyin there in all her radiant
beauty, eating on a raisin, grape, apricot,
pomegranate,
bowl of chittlins, two bananas, three
Hershey bars,
sipping on a RC co-cola listenin to her
transistor,
watchin the Grand Ole Opry on the tube,
readin a Mad
magazine while she sung, Does your chewing
gum lose
its flavor? Yeah, Ahab walked up to her and
he say,
, which is Arabic for Lets twist
again like we did last summer, baby.!! Ha,
ha, ha!!
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 baby!
Yeah, and thats the story bout Ahab the Arab
The sheik of the burnin sand
Ahab the Arab, the swingin sheik of the burnin sand
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