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Shrieks of sheiks as they run across the movie screen
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A thousand sand dune soldiers led by an Arabian queen
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And the harem girls move like fancy dancers in my dirty dream
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And I wake up on the floor holding a bed lamp
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Mama, she comes in and screams,'woo! You been out with that tramp again last night
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That silver sequined ivory black bitch, you know, the one that Mama don't like'
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You see, but, Mama, she sings me moon time melodies with this great Top 40 hook
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But Mama don't care, Papa he just stares and says,
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'Mary, look the girl's alright, yeah, look the girl's alright'
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And there's a tenseness in the air, don't you know, can't you feel
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There's something hanging there, pull back the mist and reveal it
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Even if you fear what you hear, try to conceal it
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And if what Mama feels is too real, she just claims she don't feel it
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So come out from behind your bunkers, the liftoff's been a bust
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Papa's gone and Mama's dead and buried in my rocket dust'
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You're alone now for the first time, but that's all right
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Because all fear will completely disappear come the Arabian night
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The soundman smiles and turns the dials to set the meter reading rising
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He pulls the singer's voice from out of his pocket to see how the audience likes it
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And in the very first row sits sweet Jenny Rue with a bell on her shoe, she wants him to mic it
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He flicks a switch but Jenny moves too fast and the audience sways to the sound of her shotgun blast
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The manager runs out, 'Check the band's arms for bullet holes and make that man roll up his sleeves'
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The drummer shoots himself with cyanide then asked to be relieved
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And me, I say, 'It's crazy in here, where is the stage door?
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Which way is out? I gotta get up for work'
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The man says, 'Well, once, once you're in they all lead out, what's the matter, ain't you heard?
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There's a war going on outside and I'm paying you to sing like a bird
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So get in and get tough or get up and get out 'cause things aren't too tight'
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I said, 'Don't worry, everything's gonna loosen up come the Arabian Night'
Written by Bruce Springsteen