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.

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
Youíll find berbers here
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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 wonít let her forget

So I called in the sharrif
And said "Please bring me my wine"
He said "We donít 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...


Small holes in the tent ceiling
The sand isnít 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 canít 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