Cherie je t’aime, Cherie je t’adore
You are the apple on my apple core.
Cherie, je t’aime, Cherie, je t’adore
You are the dream that I’ve been waiting for.
Ya Mustapha, ya Mustapha,
Ana-ba-ha bak ya-a Mustapha.
That means “I love you, Mustapha.”
Ya Mustapha, ya Mustapha.
Ya Mustapha ya, Ya Mustapha ya.
(girl) A thousand nights plus one I could adore you,
Without you I would sit around and sob.
I’ll even send my flying carpet for you,
‘Cause you’re the flame that lights my Shish-ka-bob.
(boy) You are my Kismet, ever since I met you,
Come to the Casbah, join my entourage.
I’d cross the burning desert just to get you,
And I would die if you were a mirage.
(boy) I’ll have beads and bangles up and down your arms,
I have all the angles, you have all the charms.
(girl) You’re no Sheik of Araby,
But fold your tent and come with me.
(boy) You could make Salome spin,
‘Cause she left off where you begin.