Oh I Come From A Land, From A Faraway Place

Where The Caravan Camels Roam

Where It's Flat And Immense

And The Heat Is Intense

It's Barbaric, But Hey, It's Home



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Original First Verse (1992-93):



Oh I Come From A Land, From A Faraway Place

Where The Caravan Camels Roam

Where They Cut Off Your Ear

If They Don't Like Your Face

It's Barbaric, But Hey, It's Home

}



When The Wind's From The East

And The Sun's From The West

And The Sand In The Glass Is Right

Come On Down

Stop On By

Hop A Carpet And Fly

To Another Arabian Night



Arabian Nights

Like Arabian Days

More Often Than Not

Are Hotter Than Hot

In A Lot Of Good Ways



Arabian Nights

'Neath Arabian Moons

A Fool Off His Guard

Could Fall And Fall Hard

Out There On The Dunes