paroles de chanson Arabian Nights - Alan Menken

Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where they cut off your ear if they don't like your face
It's barbaric, but hey, it's home
When the winds from the east
And the suns from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down, stop on by, hop a carpet and fly
To another Arabian night
Arabian nights like Arabian days
More often than not are hotter than hot
In a lot of good ways
Arabian nights 'neath Arabian moons
A fool off his guard could fall and fall hard
Out there on the dunes
Ah, salaam and good evening to you, worthy friend. Please, please, come closer. Ah, too close, a little too close. There.
Welcome to Agrabah, city of mystery, of enchantment. And the finest merchandise this side of the River Jordan, on sale today. Come on down. Look at this, yes, combination hookah and coffeemaker, also makes Julienne fries. It will not break, it will not- it broke.
Ohh, look at this, I have never seen one of these intact before. This is the famous dead sea Tupperware. Listen, ah, still good. Wait, don't go! I can see that you're only interested in the exceptionally rare. I think, then, you would be most rewarded to consider this. Do not be fooled by its commonplace apperance. Like so many things, it is not what is outside, but what is inside that counts.
This is no ordinary lamp! It once changed the course of a young man's life. A young man who like this lamp was more than what he seemed: a diamond in the rough.