In the marketplace
Thru’ the busy day
Arab merchants cry their wares
Samples they’re displaying.
When the sun is setting
Faithful sons of Allah
Kneel and pray
As the day softly steals away.
Night is the friend of passion
Soft desert nights Call to the harem scarem
When the moon’s above They’re searching for love—
Sheiks fight for weeks Hoping to win their cutie
In their search for harem beauty and love—
Those adorable maidens glancing
While they’re dancing In a bit of lace,
Shyly giggle As they wiggle in the market place
What a race!
Soft desert nights Voice of romance is calling
Ladies in numbers appalling are falling in love.