Bivouac Sahara
On a dark desert highway				
Hot sand in my hair                                     
 
Warm smell of camel sweat                               
 
Rising up through the air                               
 
                                                        
 
Up ahead in the distance                                
 
I saw the camp torch lights                             
 
My head grew heavy                                      
 
And my butt grew numb                                   
 
I had to stop for the night                             
 
                                                        
 
There they stood in the pathway                         
 
We heard the music swell                                
 
And I was thinking to myself                            
 
This could be heaven or this could be hell              
 
                                                        
 
And then they lit the torch lights                      
 
To show us the way                                      
 
The berbers sang in the desert                          
 
We heard the berbers say.                               
 
                                                        
 
{chorous}                                               
 
Welcome to the Bivouac Sahara                           
 
Such a lovely place                                     
 
All the sand in your face                               
 
Plenty of room at the Bivouac Sahara                    
 
Any time of year                                        
 
You’ll find berbers here                                
 
{end chorous}                                           
 
                                                        
 
The roads are mega-twisted                              
 
Our stomachs have the bends                             
 
We have lots of Moroccans now                           
 
That we call friends                                    
 
                                                        
 
We all dance on the straw mats                          
 
After watching the sun set                              
 
Katherine dances to remember                            
 
Mansour won’t let her forget                            
 
                                                        
 
So I called in the sharrif                              
 
And said "Please bring me my wine"                      
 
He said "We don’t have that spirit here"                
 
"Have some 1664"                                        
 
                                                        
 
And still the berbers keep calling                      
 
From far away                                           
 
Wake you up in the morning with a "zzzt zzzt"           
 
And you hear them say...                                
 
                                                        
 
{chorous}                                               
 
                                                        
 
Small holes in the tent ceiling                         
 
The sand isn’t so nice                                  
 
We are all just prisoners here                          
 
And we paid quite a price                               
 
                                                        
 
In our tent chambers                                    
 
We gathered for the feast                               
 
Another vegetable tagine?                               
 
We can’t wait for the meshui beast                      
 
                                                        
 
The last thing I remember                               
 
I was running for the john                              
 
I had to find the passage back                          
 
Before all the toilet paper was gone                    
 
                                                        
 
"Relax" said Patrick                                    
 
"We are programmed to please"                           
 
"You can check out any time you like"                   
 
"But have your bags outside the door by 8:45 please"    
 
Lyrics copyright 1998 by Lisa, Patrick, Judy and Richard