Down the alley a spectre dwells With a scimitar in his hands The crescent moon, the light invades The harem of dismay Down the old bazaar Of pots and dates and fruits and nuts A wooven linen in the shade of Bursting midday sun Bellydancing in the air In the streets with flames to flare In a belljar cage of glass Bellydancing on the grass In the belljar cage of colored glass Where in a dreamless slumber lay This nabob in his countenance Untied the yishmak from her olive face Bellydancing in the air In the streets with flames to flare In a belljar cage of glass Bellydancing on the grass Bellydancing in the air In the streets with flames to flare In a belljar cage of glass Bellydancing on the grass Hah hah hah Hoah hah hah Hoah hah hah Hoah hah hah Hoah hah hah Hoah hah hah Hoah hah hah Hoah hah hah Bellydancing in the air In the streets with flames to flare In a belljar cage of glass Bellydancing on the grass Bellydancing in the air In the streets with flames to flare In a belljar cage of glass Bellydancing on the grass