Oh, we come from a land, from a faraway place, where the caravan camels go. Where it's flat and immense, and the heat is intense. 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 bright. Come on down, step on by, hop a carpet and climb, 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, like Arabian tools. All full of disguise, good, bad and no fun, out there on the news.
