“Alternative” Lyrics 474

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Taliban
“Had a Dream (Sleeping with the Enemy)” by Roger Hodgson

Had a dream I was born
To be naked in the eye of the storm
And now it’s standing right in front of me
What’s it going to do to me, who knows,

Had a dream it was time
To be taken to the front of the line
Well that is not a place you wanna be
Sleeping with the enemy, you know

I don’t care what the future brings
Give a damn about anything
I’d be fine if they’d only leave me alone.
But it’s time – gotta take a stance
‘Cause I won’t get a second chance
And I know now I have to make it alone

Had a dream it was war
And they couldn’t tell me what it was for
But it was something they could lie about
Something we could die about, you know
Anytime, anyplace
When you look that man in the face
Well it is not a face you wanna see
Sleeping with the enemy, you know

Mary, can you hear me
Can you tell me what it’s all supposed to mean
Holding out a photograph of all that I have seen
I wish I could hold you
I wish I could hold you

Had a dream it was time
To be a witness at the scene of the crime
Well, That is something you can analyse
Something you can criticise, who knows
So we wait, hesitate
And we’re making such a mistake
Oh whatever can the matter be
Sleeping with the enemy, you know

I don’t care what the future brings
Give a damn about anything
I’d be fine if they’d only leave me alone
But it’s time, gotta take a stance
‘Cause I won’t get a second chance
And I know now I have to make it alone

“Alternative” Lyrics 438

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Taliban
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims
“Ahab the Arab” by Ray Stevens

Let me tell you about Ahab the Arab
The sheik of the burning sand
He had emeralds and rubies just drippin’ off ‘a him

And a ring on every finger of his hand
He wore a big ol’ turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin’, about midnight
He’d jump on his camel named Clyde, and ride

Silently through the night to the sultan’s tent where he would secretly meet up with Fatima of the Seven Veils, swingingest grade “A” number one US choice dancer in
the sultan’s whole harem, ’cause, heh, him and her had a thing goin’, you know, and they’d been carryin’ on for some time now behind the sultan’s back and you
could hear him talk to his camel as he rode out across the dunes, his voice would cut through the still night desert air and he’d say (imitate Arabic speech and finish with “Sold! American) which is Arabic for, “Stop, Clyde!” and Clyde’d say, (imitate camel sound), which is camel for, “What the heck did he say anyway?”

Well, he brought that camel to a screechin’ halt (verbal screeching sound)
In the rear of Fatima’s tent
Jumped off Clyde, snuck around the corner
And into the tent he went.
There he saw Fatima layin’ on a zebra skin rug
With “Rings on her fingers and
bells on her toes and a bone in her nose ho, ho.”

There she was, friends, lyin’ there in all her radiant
beauty, eating on a raisin, grape, apricot, pomegranate,
bowl of chittlin’s, two bananas, three Hershey bars,
sipping on a RC co-cola listenin’ to her transistor,
watchin’ the Grand Ole Opry on the TV, readin’ a Mad
magazine while she sung, “Does your chewing gum lose
it’s flavor on the bed post over night?” Yeah, Ahab walked up to her and he say,
(imitate Arabic speech), which is Arabic for “Let’s twist
again like we did last summer, baby.!!” Ha, ha, ha!!
You know what I mean! Whew! She looked up at him from off the rug,
give him one of the sly looks,

She said (suggestive giggles, then outright laughter) “Crazy, crazy, crazy baby!”

(’round and around and around and around, and around and around and around)

Yeah, and that’s the story ’bout Ahab the Arab
The sheik of the burnin’ sand
Ahab the Arab, the sheik of the burnin’ sand

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