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Ahab The Arab

Let me tell you 'bout Ahab The Arab

The Sheik of the burning sand

He had emeralds and rubies just dripping off 'a him

And a ring on every finger of his hands

 

He wore a big turbine wrapped around his head

And a scimitar by his side

And every evening about midnight

He'd jump on his camel named Clyde...and ride

(Spoken)

Silently through the night to the sultan's tent where he would secretly meet up with Fatima of the Seventh Veils, swingingest grade "A' number one U.S. choice dancer in the Sultan's whole harem, 'cause, hey, him and her had a thing going. You know, and they'd been carrying on for some time now behind the Sultan's back and you could hear him talk to his camel as he rode out across the dunes, his voice would cut through the still night desert air and he'd say

(imitate Arabian speech)

which is arabic for, "stop, Clyde" and Clyde would say

(imitate camel voice)

which is camel for, "What the heck did he say anyway?" Well...

He brought that camel to a screeching halt. At the rear of Fatima's tent jumped off Clyde, snuck around the corner and into the tent he went. There he saw Fatima laying on a Zebra skin rug, wearing rings on her fingers and bells on her toes. And a bone in her nose, ho ho

There she was friends in all her radiant beauty, eating on a raisin, grape, apricot, pomegranate, bowl of chitterlings, two bananas, three Hershey bars, sipping on a "R C" Co-Cola listening to her transistor, watching the Grand Ole Opry on the tube reading the Mad magazine while she sung, "Does your chewing gum lose its flavor?" and Ahab walked up to her and he said,

(imitate Arabian speech)

which is arabic for, "Let's twist like we did last summer, baby."(laughter) You know what I mean! Whew! She looked up at him from off the rug, give him one of the sly looks, she said, (coy, girlish laugh)  "Crazy baby." 'Round and around and around and around...etc.

 

And that's the story 'bout Ahab The Arab

The Sheik of the Burnin' sand

Ahab The Arab

The swinging Sheik of the burnin' sand.

--Ray Stevens, Ahab The Arab, 1962