Rock the casbahclashcombat rocknow the king told
the boogie menyou have to let that raga dropthe
oil down the desert wayhas been shakin‘ to the topthe
shiek he drove his cadillache went a‘ cruisnin‘
down the villethe muezzin was a‘ standingon
he radiator grillechorusthe shareef don‘t like
itrockin‘ the casbahrock the casbahthe shareef
don‘t like itrockin‘ the casbahrock the casbahby
order of the prophetwe ban that boogie sound
degeneratethe faith fulwith that craazy casbah
soundbut the bedouin they brought outthe electric
camel drumthe local guitar pickergot his guitar
picking thumbas soon as the shareefhad cleared
the squarethey began to wailchorusnow over at the templeoh!
they really pack ‘em inthe in crowd say it‘s coolto dig
this chanting thingbut as the wind changed directionthe
temple band took fivethe crowd caught a wiffof that crazy
casbah jivechorusthe king called up his jet fightershe
said you better eaarn your paydrop your bombs between
the minaretsdown the casbah wayas soon as the sharee
waschauffeured outta therethe jet pilots tuned tothe
cockpit radio blareas soon as the shareef wasoutta their
hairthe jet pilots wailedchorushe thinks it‘s not
kosherfundamentally he can‘t take it
you know he really hates it.