Lyrics

She's got a secret to keep
In her pressed white knee socks
Her finger's on the trigger
and chopsticks in her dreadlocks

Taking quarters for a ten-dollar tan
smoothing out the humps of the camels in the caravan

Straight out of Bangkok
Caught up in the gridlock
Smoked a lot of pot
and danced the pop lock

Do what's right
A hero in the American night

The Arab is wary
of a touché comeback
His camels in a pack
and he's puffing like a smokestack

He stands alone
beneath a sheltering sky
searching the sands
for the monkey and the samurai

Going and flowing
just like the deja vu do
Seen it all before but still
it's good to see you

Rocking in his chair
Until he makes the cat curse
Cutthroat on the greens
when he's putting for the fat purse

Straight out of Bangkok
Caught up in the gridlock
Smoked a lot of pot
and danced the pop lock

Do what's right
A hero in the American night

She's got a secret to keep
in her pressed white knee socks
Her finger's on the trigger
and chopsticks in her dreadlocks

Taking quarters for a ten-dollar tan
Smoothing out the humps of the camels in the caravan

Live your life
and ease your mind
Don't waste your time
With worrying now
Just live your life

The Arab, still wary
He's carrying his torch
Exiled in style
with the smokers on the porch

He's burning out his filament
He's sucking on a Parliament
He's got the all star P-Funk
the camel with the double hump

But then curiously she enters the dragon
Room enough to move just left of the center
Stage one, to the bar for a high ball
Her dance hall worm crawl catches on his eyeball
She says Arab five-two; I want to get with you
What I got to do to get a ride on hump number two