I ride cross the desert on my camel
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Over hills of sand.
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(Hills of sand)
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What's that I see in the distance?
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Only hills of sand.
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(Hills of sand)
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There is no oasis in sight;
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I'll have to ride through the night
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If I'm to make Baghdad by light
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Of dawn.
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The sun's not your friend in the desert
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Like he is at home.
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(Is at home)
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The wind has a name in the desert
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(Scirocco!)
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But it's barely known
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(Barely known)
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It's only the hardiest bloom
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That can blossom in darkest Khartoum;
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So I will just stay in my room
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Tonight.
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The desert isn't free with her secrets:
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She's a silent bird.
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(Quiet bird)
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I asked the Sphinx for the answer,
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It said, "Mum's the word."
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So I'll catch the Zanzibar train
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And sleep 'til I'm wakened by rain
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And I'm back in Olde Englande againe
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Once more.
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Clam Caravan
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Spinal Tap |