[PEDDLER]
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
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