How a king told a boogeyman You have to let that rugger drop The oil down the desert way Had been shaken to the top The shaking drove his car like He went a-cruisin' down the ville The prison was a-standin' On the radiator grill The Shireen don't like it Rock the casbah, rock the casbah By order of the prophet We ban that boogey sound Degenerate the faithful With that crazy casbah sound But the fellow when they brought out That electric camel drum The local guitar pickin' Got his guitar pickin' wrong As soon as the Shireen Came the square They began to wave The Shireen don't like it Rock the casbah, rock the casbah By order of the temple They really pack on it In crowds it's cool To think this child came in But as the wind changed direction And the temple began to fire The crowd gonna whip That crazy casbah The Shireen don't like it Rock the casbah, rock the casbah The king called up his jet fighters He said you'd better run your bay Drop your bombs between the minarets Down the casbah way As soon as the Shireen shook foot out of there The jet pilots tuned to the cockpit radio bear As soon as the Shireen's out of their hair The jet pilots waved The Shireen don't like it Rock the casbah, rock the casbah The Shireen don't like it