Shrieks of sheiks as they run across the movie screenA thousand sand-dune soldiers led by an arabian queenAnd the harem girls move like fancy (clancy’s) dancersIn my dirty dreamsAnd I wake up on the floor clutching the bed-lampAnd mama comes in, she screamsHey you been out with that tramp again last nightYou know that silver-sequined arab black bitchThe one that mama don’t like ? But mama she sings me moontime melodiesWith this great top 40 hookShe shrugs her shoulders, she don’t carePapa just stares and says mary, look the girl’s alrightThe girl’s alrightAnd there’s a tenseness in the air he turns and saysDon’t you know, can’t you feel it tell me son, what’s the word ? Because there’s something hanging there ’cos you know he can’t hear itPull back the mist and reveal it but don’t go near itAnd even if you fear what you near it’s criticized as too absurdDon’t conceal it even the animals fear it’cos if what mama feels is too real papa says fetch me my flashlight,SonShe just claims she don’t feel it and she stumbles out the front doorSo come out from behind your bunkers’cos the lift-off’s been a bustOh papa’s gone and mama’s deadAnd buried in my rocket dustYou’re alone now for the first timeDon’t worry, ’cos that’s all rightAll fear will completely disappearCome the arabian nightWell the soundman smiles and turns the dialsTo set the meter readin’ risingHe pulls the singer’s voice from out of his pocketTo see if the audience likes itOh and in the very first row sits sweet jenny rueWith a bell on her shoe and she wants him to make itHe flicks a switch but jenny moves too fastAnd the audience sways to the sound of her shotgun blastThe manager comes running out from behind stage and saysCheck the band’s arms for bullet holesMake that man roll up his sleevesThe drummer shoots himself with cyanideAnd then asks to be relievedAnd me, I say well, it’s too crazy in hereWhich is the stage door out, I gotta get up tomorrow morning for workAnd the promoter says man, once you’re in they all lead outWhat’s the matter man, ain’t you heard ? There’s a war going on on the outsideAnd I’m paying you to sing like a birdSo get in and get tough or get up and get outBecause things aren’t too tightI said don’t worry, man, everything’s gonna loosen upCome the arabian nightCome the arabian nightSo I get back in my bedBut outside my window I hear another gang fightIt’s duke and the boys against the devil’s best manAnd both sides have drawn their knivesAnd duke he’s a well-known knife-fighterAnd with one quick jab he brings the devil downHe smiles ’cos he knows there’s a high bounty on devilsIn any god-fearin’ townWell they say duke sold the devil to some priest in pennsylvaniaTo exhibit on his altar christmas nightBut the devil’s eyes they still burn red with fireAs long as duke walks uprightAnd he swears there’s a going to be a showdownCome sundown on the arabian night
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Arabian Nights Lyrics

Bruce Springsteen – Arabian Nights Lyrics