Lyrics:

(DiffordTilbrook) I've come across the desert To greet you with a smile My camel looks so tired It's hardly worth my while To tell you of my travels Across the golden East I see your preparations Invite me first to feast Take me I'm yours Because dreams are made of this Forever there'll be A heaven in your... The Indians send signals From the rocks above the pass The cowboys take positions In the bushes and the grass The squaw is with the Corporal She is tied against the tree She doesn't mind the language It's the beating she don't need She lets loose all the horses When the Corporal is asleep And he wakes to find the fire's dead And arrows in his hats And Davy Crockett rides around And says it's cool for cats (Cool for cats...) I never thought it would happen With me and the girl from Clapham Out on a windy common That night I ain't forgotten When she dealt out the rations With some or other passions I said you are a lady Perhaps she said I may be Left my ring by the soap Now is that love? You cleaned me out you could say broke Now is that love? The better better better it gets The more these girls forget That that is love But behind the Chalet My holiday's complete And I feel like William Tell Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet Pulling mussels from a shell (Instrumental break: