Bruce Springsteen - Arabian Nights Lyrics
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 (clancys) 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 *****The one that mama dont like ?But mama she sings me moontime melodiesWith this great top 40 hookShe shrugs her shoulders, she dont carePapa just stares and says mary, look the girls alrightThe girls alrightAnd theres a tenseness in the air he turns and saysDont you know, cant you feel it tell me son, whats the word ?Because theres something hanging there cos you know he cant hear itPull back the mist and reveal it but dont go near itAnd even if you fear what you near its criticized as too absurdDont conceal it even the animals fear itcos if what mama feels is too real papa says fetch me my flashlight,SonShe just claims she dont feel it and she stumbles out the front doorSo come out from behind your bunkerscos the lift-offs been a bustOh papas gone and mamas deadAnd buried in my rocket dustYoure alone now for the first timeDont worry, cos thats all rightAll fear will completely disappearCome the arabian nightWell the soundman smiles and turns the dialsTo set the meter readin risingHe pulls the singers 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 bands arms for bullet holesMake that man roll up his sleevesThe drummer shoots himself with cyanideAnd then asks to be relievedAnd me, I say well, its too crazy in hereWhich is the stage door out, I gotta get up tomorrow morning for workAnd the promoter says man, once youre in they all lead outWhats the matter man, aint you heard ?Theres a war going on on the outsideAnd Im paying you to sing like a birdSo get in and get tough or get up and get outBecause things arent too tightI said dont worry, man, everythings gonna loosen upCome the arabian nightCome the arabian nightSo I get back in my bedBut outside my window I hear another gang fightIts duke and the boys against the devils best manAnd both sides have drawn their knivesAnd duke hes a well-known knife-fighterAnd with one quick jab he brings the devil downHe smiles cos he knows theres 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 devils eyes they still burn red with fireAs long as duke walks uprightAnd he swears theres a going to be a showdownCome sundown on the arabian night
