Paroles
Now the king told the boogie men
« You have to let that raga drop »
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin’ to the top
The Sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a-cruisin’ down the ville
The Muezzin was a-standin’
On the radiator grille
The Shareef don’t like it
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The 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-pickin’ thumb
As soon as the Shareef had cleared the square
They began to wail
The Shareef don’t like it
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The 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
The Shareef don’t like it
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The 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 outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed
The Shareef don’t like it
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don’t like it
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don’t like it, he thinks it’s not kosher
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don’t like it, fundamentally can’t take it
Rock the Casbah, Rock the Casbah
The Shareef don’t like it, you know he really hates it
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don’t like it, really, really hates it
