Ali Baba

Ali Baba burning the midnight oil
He don’t fret and he don’t toil
But who will put out the light
Who can compete with those Arabian Nights?
In the desert a nomad is no bad thing
Pitch your tent next to a Bedouin
But choose a good date to read your palm
And listen to the words of the desert song
Ali Baba burning the midnight oil
He don’t fret and he don’t toil
But who will put out the light
Who can compete with those Arabian Nights?
In the harems in Baghdad how bazaar
Veiled in the back of a Cadillac car
The Saracen swords fought the infidel hordes
Richard the Lionheart and the Christendom Lords
Ali Baba burning the midnight oil
He don’t fret and he don’t toil
But who will put out the light
Who can compete with those Arabian Nights?
Conspicuous in purda down Harley Street
The Sheiks of the desert got the system beat
But all the warriors of Islam
Never did win what the oil has won
Ali Baba burning the midnight oil
He don’t fret and he don’t toil
But who will put out the light
Who can compete with those Arabian Nights?