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 ol' turban 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 Seven Veils, swingingest grade "A" number
one U.S. choice dancer in the Sultan's whole harem,
'cause, heh, 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.
(Spoken)
There she was friends lying there 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 it's flavor?" and Ahab
walked up to her and he said,
(imitate Arabian speech)
which is arabic for, "Let's twist again 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
Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
I'm gonna eat some worms.
Fat ones, skinny ones,
Ishy, gishy gooey ones,
Ones that wiggle and squirm.
First one's greasy, goes down easy,
Second one sticks to your tongue.
Thiird one's mushy,
Fourth one's gushy,
Fifth one starts to run.
Sixth one's slimy,
Seventh ones's grimy,
Eighth one's no good at all.
Ninth one's ??
Tenth one's ??
That's all I'll eat just now.
I learned this from my sister, after she spent a summer at camp.
I can't remember what the ninth and tenth worms were.
Tried googling it, but apparently no one other than my sister went to a Michigan Girl Scout summer camp, because her version is different than any I could find on the net. If there are no other Michigan Girl Scouts on a2k, I suppose I'm going to have to call her in Adelaide and ask her, damn the international phone charges.
@Setanta,
Who is coming up with less than witty spam comments in my threads Set? And you have the audacity to judge rappers, err, "lyrics"? Shall I shovel some more slop into the troth? Perhaps a diet Set might help you got off your flabby ass? Get a life Set and stop sucking off the life of others like the leech you feebly aspire to be... How do you like, your threads spammed? Don't post in my threads again ok? I have had enough of your homophobe insults and personal attacks. You are unwelcome...
@RexRed,
sorry rex, but your song makes no sense
we live for you
we die for you
national embalming school
and when your dead
we'll dig a hole
and leave you there to rot and mold
we live for you
we die for you
national embalming school
postmortem
postmortem
postmortem
autopsy we will go
