She Thinks My Camel’s Sexy

She Thinks My Camel's Sexy


Plowing these dunes on my big caravan

Sand in my shoes and in my turban

When my eyes catch a lady

What a sight to see


She says she needs a ride, says she wants to go places

She wants to go to Kroger and to the oasis

But look at her face

Well, the part you can see


She thinks my camel's sexy

She thinks it's really grand

She always wants to kiss me

While I'm plowing the sand


I used to think she liked me for the towel on my head

It's odd that she's attracted to a quadruped

Finally a girl I try to kiss who doesn't hit me

She thinks my camel's sexy


We ride back and forth 'til the sky turns black

Bang a U-turn and head back to Iraq

Climb up in a loft

Sit and talk with a radio on


She says she has a dream, says she wants a little daughter

And a mode of transportation that can drink a lot of water

And one more teeny weeny ride

Before I take her home


She thinks my camel's sexy

She think it is the best

She always wants to kiss me

Then go drink some coffee


I used to think she liked me for the towel on my head

It's odd that she's attracted to a quadruped

Finally a girl I try to kiss who doesn't hit me

She thinks my camel's sexy