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In the middle of a caravan |
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On a four wheel drive oasis |
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There's a man with a thought in mind |
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To cash in on the desert faces |
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Got a truckload of Yorkshire girls |
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For your harem going places |
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And the border bums never saw |
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The guns in the whiskey cases |
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There's a real, big demand |
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And it's written in the palm of his hand |
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He's gonna change the face of the desert |
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He's gonna sweep away the sand |
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Hang on sheik, I've got a yellow streak |
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I ain't here, I'm a mirage |
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Get back Des, keep it under your fez |
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And don't give us away in the massage |
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Look what I did for the pyramid |
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I put a pool in and made it pay |
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I built a elevator and a film theater |
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I shipped it to the U.S.A. |
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There's a real big demand |
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And it's written in the palm of my hand |
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I'm gonna change the face of the desert |
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I'm gonna sweep away the sand |
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Hang on friends |
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There's a lot more goodies in the pipeline |
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So this ain't the time to close the deal |
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Here's the deal |
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Ooh, now you've got a Howitzer all of your own |
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Ooh, and a Panzer division to chauffeur you home |
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Gun running is fun |
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But hang on, friends, hang on friends |
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Allah be praised, there's a whole new craze |
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We're gonna shoot up the foreign legion |
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And it's up with the sheik and down with the frog |
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We're gonna liberate the region |
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(Oh Effendi) |
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We're gonna bury your head in the sand |
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(Oh Effendi) |
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You better get off my doggone land |
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Hey, prince of the moonbeams, son of the sun |
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Light of a thousand stars |
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Your gorillas are urban and there's bourbon on your turban |
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And the sun shines out of your ass |
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(Oh Effendi) |
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I'm gonna grovel in your wake |
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(Oh Effendi) |
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It's all been a big mistake |
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You're gonna cut out my liver if I don't deliver |
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Things are getting out of hand |
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I'm going to ride off into the sunset |
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And make a deal with the promised land |
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Goodbye friends |
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There's no more goodies in the pipeline |
