Welcome, enter the Tent of Medinah
We have whatever your heart desires
And promise to accomodate your every need

Come to the basin, let my girls bathe you
Wash the weary travels from your body
Smoke the reed pipe of the soothing weed

Desert Son
Who walks the searing sands that burn
One's feet like stoneware from a baker's oven

Won't you stay awhile
And enjoy our company for a turn

For some good old fashioned Bedouin lovin'

chink ching chingaling ching chink
chink ching chingaling ching chink

As my girls twirl and dance before you
Choose one that tickles your fancy
Or do you prefer to be with two or three

Forbidden you are to see their faces
Look into the depths of their eyes
You can only fathom their infinite beauty

Desert Son
Who walks the searing sands that burn
His feet like stoneware from a baker's oven

Won't you stay awhile
And enjoy our company for a turn

For some good old fashioned Bedouin lovin'

chink ching chingaling ching chink
chink ching chingaling ching chink

That one there, her name is Jezebel
Plush lips, moist behind silk veil
Imagine them wet, pressed upon your skin

You may only look in her eyes
As she retreats slowly down your thighs
And delivers you into the Kingdom of Heaven

chink ching chingaling ching chink
chink ching chingaling ching chink

Desert Son
Don't forget to tell your brothers about us
And your stay in the Tent of Medinah

It's the only place in Syria
Where you can find a happy, pretty girl like me

Who doesn't have sand in her vagina