Now the king told the boogie men, “You have to let that raga drop,”
The oil down the desert way has been shaking to the top,
The sheik he drove his Cadillac; he went a-cruising down the Ville,
The muezzin was a-standing on the radiator grille.
Shareef don’t like it,
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah,
Shareef don’t like it,
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah.
By order of the prophet we ban that boogie sound,
Degenerate the faithful with that crazy Casbah sound,
But the Bedouin, they brought out the electric camel drum,
The local guitar picker, got his guitar picking thumb,
As soon as the shareef cleared the square they began to wail.
Shareef don’t like it,
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah,
Shareef don’t like it,
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah.
Now over at the temple…
Oh, they really pack ‘em in,
The in crowd say it’s cool to dig this chanting thing,
But as the wind changed direction, and the temple band took five,
The crowd caught a whiff of that crazy Casbah jive.
Shareef don’t like it,
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah,
Shareef don’t like it,
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah.
The king called up his jet fighters,
He said, “You better earn your pay; drop your bombs between the minarets, down the Casbah way,”
As soon as the shareef was chauffeured outta there, the jet pilots tuned to the cockpit radio blare,
As soon as the shareef was out of their hair, the jet pilots wailed.
Shareef don’t like it,
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah,
Shareef don’t like it,
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah.
Shareef don’t like it, (thinks it’s not kosher)
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah,
Shareef don’t like it, (fundamentally can’t take it)
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah.
Shareef don’t like it, (you know he really hates it)
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah,
