RAGTIME ARABIAN NIGHTS
Down at the hall there are colored lights,
There is a ball called Arabian Nights,
all try to pose in fancy clothes,
one fellow talks like a Sheik so grave
one girlie walks like a harem slave,
Oh what funny sights!
Let me be, Let me be
In those old Arabian Nights of long ago,
Let me see, Let me see,
All those little harems with the lights turned low.
That for me, that for me;
with a hundred sweethearts sitting in a row,
Sit around and smoke with a pipe or two;
With no office work that you have to do,
Wine and Women, music and lights,
In those Ragtime Arabian Nights.
Bright in the night ev’ry lamp now gleams,
Just like the night of a thousand dreams,
your eyes behold, sights that are old;
you feel the East with its mystic sway,
To far off realms then you’ll float away,
where sweet Romance dreams.