Give Me The Sultan's Harem 1919

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 23 Sep 2006
2006

I had a dream last night that was immense,
I dreamt that I was at The Peace Conference,
where England and France and Italy,
each got her share of her indemnity.
And after they divided up the dish,
They asked me if there's anything that I'd wish,
I was so shy, I thought I'd die
when I made this reply:

Give me the Harem, the old Sultan's Harem,
that's the only thing I crave.
The Sultan's too old for he's past eightythree,
and his thousand wives need a fellow like me.
I'll never beat them,
with kindness I'll treat them,
and all that I ask is a trial,
imagine me sitting on a carpeted floor,
telling my slave to bring me wife "ninetyfour"
I'll be so gallant, I'm chucked full of talent,
won't you give that Harem to me?

Give me the Harem, the old Sultan's Harem,
that's the only thing I crave.
I'll take off the veils that they wear on their face,
the young ones I'll keep,
and the old ones I'll chase,
I'll give them freedom, on garlic I'll feed 'em,
so they can grow stronger for me,
King Solomon was four hunddred years when he died,
if I live till fortythree I'll be satisfied,
I'll be a wizard a real Harem lizard,
won't you give that Harem to me?

The diplomats all listened to my plea,
they wondered just what was the matter with me,
but I kept on asking for a trial,
I tried to show them it was worth the while,
just they they asked if I was qualified,
and I replied: "You folks will be satisfied,
I'll prove to you, that I'll be true,
but here's what you must do:"

Give me the Harem, the old Sultan's Harem,
that's the only thing I crave.
The Sultan's too old for he's past eightythree,
and his thousand wives need a fellow like me.
I'll never beat them,
with kindness I'll treat them,
and all that I ask is a trial,
imagine me sitting on a carpeted floor,
telling my slave to bring me wife "ninetyfour"
I'll be so gallant, I'm chucked full of talent,
won't you give that Harem to me?

Give me the Harem, the old Sultan's Harem,
that's the only thing I crave.
I'll take off the veils that they wear on their face,
the young ones I'll keep,
and the old ones I'll chase,
I'll give them freedom, on garlic I'll feed 'em,
so they can grow stronger for me,
King Solomon was four hunddred years when he died,
if I live till fortythree I'll be satisfied,
I'll be a wizard a real Harem lizard,
won't you give that Harem to me?

Soft karaoke
Words
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Give Me The Sultan's Harem 1919
Music by Abner Silver
Lyrics by Alex Gerber
© MCMXIX by M.Witmark & Sons
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 23 September 2006 at 4.40pm
in association with Doug Grierson
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