Arab Kitsch

I'm mad about a sheik,
I must have his embrace,
and when he's near me, dear me,
I'll tell him to his face. Oh!

CHORUS:
Ali Baba, be my baby, take me by the hand;
Maybe we'll make love--huh, may-be? on the desert sand!
Ah, on the desert sand.
Ali Baba, sell your harem,
Why pay all that rent?
Send your harem harum scarum,
Come into my tent.
Ah, come into my tent!
Forget the lady waitin' in Persia,
I'm the girl who really prefers ya!
When a dreamy melody stirs ya,
you just come to me!
Shimmy dancers doin' it socko
try to tempt you back in Morocco,
But I'll chase 'em off o' the block, oh,
you belong to me!
Ali Baba, be my baby,
I'm at your command;
Maybe make some love--huh, maybe? on the desert sand!
Ah, on the desert sand.

Interlude:
I'll peel you a grape!
I'll pour you some wine!
I'll show you a shape that's mine, all mine!
We both have a horse,
but mine is big and white.
C'mon-a my horse, we'll ride off in the night! So, [repeat Chorus or only last four lines ]