Cameling

Cameling
by John Forster & Tom Chapin
© 1992 Limousine Music Co. & The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

When the Bedouins go to bed
I jump on my camel Fred.
And out into the cool night air
I ride in my one-humped rocking chair.
We're Cameling… from dune to dune.
Cameling… beneath the desert moon.
The days are hot, the nights are not.
Trot trot trot we camelot, camelot.

An oasis looms ahead.
To the well we softly tread.
I fill his tank with Perrier,
A date and a fig and we’re on our way.
We're Cameling… from dune to dune.
Cameling… beneath the desert moon.
I flick his flank. We climb the bank.
The water sloshes in his tank.

Oh, I love to bounce upon my camel.
On my dromedary-ario.
Oh, what could be better than
The feeling of riding my trusty mammal
Where’er the sands may blow…
We’re Cameling… from dune to dune.
Cameling… beneath the desert moon.
To me the noblest animal
Is the Ship of the Desert, the canimel.
Cameling… from dune to dune.
Cameling… beneath the desert moon.
The days are hot, the nights are not.
Trot trot trot we camelot, camelot.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's Billy The Squid CD.

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