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 Sheikh he drove his Cadillac, he went a cruisin’ down the Ville
The Muezzin was a’ standing on the radiator grille
The Shareef don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah, rock the Casbah
By order of the Prophet, we ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful with that crazy casbah sound
The Bedouin they brought out, the electric camel drum
The local guitar picker got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the Shareef had cleared the square they began to wail
The Shareef don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don’t like it
Rockin’ 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 then the temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff of that crazy casbah jive
The Shareef don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don’t like it
Rockin’ 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
Rockin’ the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don’t like it
He thinks it’s not kosher
Rockin’ the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don’t like it
Fundamentally he can’t take it
Rockin’ the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don’t like it
You know he really hates it