Sheik Songtext
von Sheila and the Insects

Down the alley a spectre dwells
With a scimitar in his hands
The crescent moon, the light invades
The harem of dismay

Down the old bazaar
Of pots and dates and fruits and nuts
A wooven linen in the shade of
Bursting midday sun

Bellydancing in the air
In the streets with flames to flare
In a belljar cage of glass
Bellydancing on the grass

In the belljar cage of colored glass
Where in a dreamless slumber lay
This nabob in his countenance
Untied the yishmak from her olive face


Bellydancing in the air
In the streets with flames to flare
In a belljar cage of glass
Bellydancing on the grass
Bellydancing in the air
In the streets with flames to flare
In a belljar cage of glass
Bellydancing on the grass
Hah hah hah
Hoah hah hah
Hoah hah hah
Hoah hah hah
Hoah hah hah
Hoah hah hah
Hoah hah hah
Hoah hah hah

Bellydancing in the air
In the streets with flames to flare
In a belljar cage of glass
Bellydancing on the grass
Bellydancing in the air
In the streets with flames to flare
In a belljar cage of glass
Bellydancing on the grass