In the middle of a caravan  On a four wheel drive oasis  There's a man with a thought in mind  To cash in on the desert faces  He's got a truckload of Yorkshire girls  For your harem going places  And the border bums never saw  The guns in the whiskey cases     There's a real, big demand  And it's written in the palm of his hand  He's gonna change the face of the desert  He's gonna sweep away the sand     Hang on sheik, I've got a yellow streak  I ain't here, I'm a mirage  Get back Des, keep it under your fez  And don't give us away in the massage     Look what I did for the pyramid  I put a pool in and made it pay  I built an elevator and a film theatre  And I shipped it to the U.S.A.     'Cos there's a real big demand  And it's written in the palm of my hand  I'm gonna change the face of the desert  I'm gonna sweep away the sand     Hang on friends!  There's a lot more goodies in the pipeline  So this ain't the time to close the deal  Here's the deal  Ooh, now you've got a Howitzer all of your own  Ooh, and a Panzer division to chauffeur you home  Gun running is fun  But hang on, friends, hang on friends     Allah be praised, there's a whole new craze  We're gonna shoot up the foreign legion  And it's up with the sheik  And down with the frog  We're gonna liberate the region!     Oh Effendi, we're gonna bury your head in the sand  Oh Effendi, you better get off my doggone land     Hey, Prince of the moonbeams  Son of the Sun,  Light of a thousand stars  Your gorillas are urban  And there's bourbon on your turban  And the sun shines out of your ass     Oh Effendi, I'm gonna grovel in your wake  Oh Effendi, it's all been a big mistake     You're gonna cut out my liver  If I don't deliver  Things are getting out of hand  I'm going to ride off into the sunset and  Make a deal with the promised land     Goodbye friends  There's no more goodies in the pipeline