I ride cross the desert on my camel. Over hills of sand. What's that, I see in the distance?. Only hills of sand. . There is no oasis in sight. I'll have to ride through the night.
Well, you got the eyes and you got the lips. With your long blond hair and your wild young hips. You look like a million, including tips. . Well, I'm a busy man, baby, can't you see?.