A           D 

A
In the middle of a caravan

On a four wheel drive oasis
D
There's a man with a thought in mind

To cash in on the desert faces
A
He's got a truckload of Yorkshire girls

For your harem going places
D
And the border bums never saw

The guns in the whiskey cases
          A
There's a real, big demand

And it's written in the palm of his hand
           D
He's gonna change the face of the desert
                          D5     Gadd9   Adim         
He's gonna sweep away the sand
A
Hang on sheik, I've got a yellow streak

I ain't here, I'm a mirage
D
Get back Des, keep it under your fez

And don't give us away in the massage
A
Look what I did for the pyramid

I put a pool in and made it pay
           D
I built an elevator and a film theatre

And I shipped it to the U.S.A.
               A
`Cos there's a real big demand

And it's written in the palm of my hand
          D
I'm gonna change the face of the desert
                         D5   
I'm gonna sweep away the sand


Gadd9    Adim                    
Hang on friends!
  
          G#aug            
There's a lot more goodies in the pipeline

   C#6                    Bb7
So this ain't the time to close the deal

Gmadd9        Cmaj7
Here's the  deal


D        D/C#                  Bb
Ooh, now you've got a Howitzer all of your own
D          D/C#               Gm/Bb
Ooh, and a Panzer division to chauffeur you home
    D          G
Gun running is fun
    Bbm      C#m      G (no 5th) A (no5th)
But hang on, friends, hang on    friends

D        E        A            D

A  
Allah be praised, there's a whole new craze

We're gonna shoot up the foreign legion
         D
And it's up with the sheik

And down with the Frog

We're gonna liberate the region!
A
Oh Effendi, we're gonna bury your head in the sand
D
Oh Effendi, you better get off my doggone land
     A
Hey, Prince of the moonbeams

Son of the Sun, Light of a thousand stars
     D
Your gorillas are urban And there's bourbon on your turban

And the sun shines out of your ass
A
Oh Effendi, I'm gonna grovel in your wake
D
Oh Effendi, it's all been a big mistake
             A
You're gonna cut out my liver If I don't deliver

Things are getting out of hand
             D
I'm going to ride off into the sunset and
                              D5
Make a deal with the promised land

Gadd9   Adim
Goodbye friends
        G#aug
There's no more goodies in the pipeline