Lyrics:

In the middle of a caravanOn a four wheel drive oasisThere''s a man with a thought in mindTo cash in on the desert facesGot a truckload of Yorkshire girlsFor your harem going placesAnd the border bums never sawThe guns in the whiskey casesThere''s a real, big demandAnd it''s written in the palm of his handHe''s gonna change the face of the desertHe''s gonna sweep away the sandHang on sheik, I''ve got a yellow streakI ain''t here, I''m a mirageGet back Des, keep it under your fezAnd don''t give us away in the massageLook what I did for the pyramidI put a pool in and made it payI built a elevator and a film theaterI shipped it to the U.S.AThere''s a real big demandAnd it''s written in the palm of my handI''m gonna change the face of the desertI''m gonna sweep away the sandHang on friendsThere''s a lot more goodies in the pipelineSo this ain''t the time to close the dealHere''s the dealOoh, now you''ve got a Howitzer all of your ownOoh, and a Panzer division to chauffeur you homeGun running is funBut hang on, friends, hang on friendsAllah be praised, there''s a whole new crazeWe''re gonna shoot up the foreign legionAnd it''s up with the sheik and down with the frogWe''re gonna liberate the region(Oh Effendi)We''re gonna bury your head in the sand(Oh Effendi)You better get off my doggone landHey, prince of the moonbeams, son of the sunLight of a thousand starsYour gorillas are urban and there''s bourbon on your turbanAnd the sun shines out of your ass(Oh Effendi)I''m gonna grovel in your wake(Oh Effendi)It''s all been a big mistakeYou''re gonna cut out my liver if I don''t deliverThings are getting out of handI''m going to ride off into the sunsetAnd make a deal with the promised landGoodbye friendsThere''s no more goodies in the pipeline