Mon jardin marocain   Mon jardin marocain      I have been to places everywhere   Looking for a site of sweet despair   Now I’ve found my thunderdome   The place that I call home   Welcome to my secret masquerade   Underneath the cover queen of spades   Always in a dress to kill   Pure luxury at will      Marrakech passion in the kasbah   Marrakech midnight of the mods   Marrakech fashion everlasting   Marrakech twilight of the gods      Paris and Berlin have lost their shine   Bangkok and New York they’ve all been mine   They were only love for sale   Beneath the shine so pale   Basking in the light of desert stars   Listen to the drums from the bazaar   Luring for a chance to sway   To dance the night away      Marrakech passion in the kasbah   Marrakech midnight of the mods   Marrakech fashion everlasting   Marrakech twilight of the gods      Come to my Moroccan garden   And witness the flowers of death   Dance with the reptiles   On the graves of bodies without organs      Can you hear the whisper in the wind   Heating up your senses from within   Welcome to my thunderdome   The place that I call home      Marrakech passion in the kasbah   Marrakech midnight of the mods   Marrakech fashion everlasting   Marrakech twilight of the gods      Marrakech Marrakech   Marrakech fashion everlasting   Marrakech twilight of the gods