Hot Deserts

There are always foreign legions there
With their camels, camels everywhere
There are always foreign legions there
With their camels, camels everywhere

(Where?)
In hot deserts
In hot deserts
In hot deserts
In hot deserts

There is always miles and miles of sand
In the driest of arid Arab land
There is always miles and miles of sand
As time increases its cover of the land

(Where?)
In hot deserts
In hot deserts
In hot deserts
In hot deserts

In hot deserts
In hot deserts
In hot deserts
In hot deserts

You can hear the Arabs fight at night
Fighting for their own Turkish delight
You can hear the Arabs
Fighting for their own Turkish delight

(Where?)
In hot deserts
In hot deserts
In hot deserts
In hot deserts
In hot deserts
(In the desert, it’s a hundred degrees)
In hot deserts
(And every night you could almost freeze)
In hot deserts
(I tell you I believe everything I see)
In hot deserts...