Come with me on the streets of Cairo, Where no one sleeps,
Fair are the daughters of Queen Cleo, From the window peep,
If you long for pleasure You may find a treasure
Where the voices sing so sweet and low;
While loud pipes are playing, You will soon be swaying
Where the crimson lanterns brightly glow.
CHORUS:
Wise men down on the streets of Cairo in a trance,
Will your past and future tell you For two bits per chance,
Pipers’ tunes put serpents in a trance
Circled ‘round some oriental maid, not afraid;
Tempting smile and graceful is her dance,
Maid in but silken veil arrayed, naughty maid.
Come with me on the streets of Cairo, Where no one sleeps,
Guards the land of old King Pharaoh, Ask him what he thinks.
If the wise old sages, Who drank wine for ages,
Should vote old Egypt good and dry;
Would the piper shady And the coochy-baby
On the streets of Cairo say good-bye?
CHORUS:
Come with me on the streets of Cairo, If you feel sick
You won’t have to drink pale Bevo, Booze there has a kick,
Pickled like a mummy ev’ry day
Spirits in old Cairo have some thrill, oh you thrill!
Such a funny feeling makes you gay,
Back to “Moonshine” Nell, I love her “still,” always will.