Arab Kitsch

Sinbad sail'd the universe over
He had wives from Pekin to Dover
Wild wives, tame wives, too, in ev'ry land and clime
But when he sail'd around the second time

CHORUS:
Sinbad was in bad in Tokio and Rome,
In bad in Trinidad in just as bad at home
Dutch girls with golden curls waited by the Zuider Zee
Big brunetts with stiletts on the shores of Italy
Hoolas and Boolas who pucker'd up their lips
He fell for their ball-bearing hips (and they were "pips")
Wild women lov'd that child,
And he could drive tame women wild,
Sinbad was in bad all the time.

Sinbad's wives have driven him crazy
His poor brain is muddl'd and hazy
In a padded cell he's acting like a loon
And his ukulele's out of tune