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[1st verse:] While trav'ling through Turkey in my dreams I chanced to stray Right into a harem and it seems They let me stay I spoke to the Sultan's favorite wife Before I fled I asked her how she liked harem life Here's what she said [Refrain:] Living in a harem, what a life Ne'er a thought of care or strife Waiting on the Sultan night and day Ever ready to obey He keeps me dancing morning, noon and night Dancing fills 'im with delight I am black and blue from the dance I do But outside of that ev'ry little thing's all right [2nd verse:] I wanted to know how many wives The Sultan had SongtexteShe answered each day a wife arrives Fresh from Baghdad How did he continue on that plan So many years? She answered "He's just a poor old man With young ideas" [Patter:] Eight of the Sultan's wives are we And there are a whole lot more Weekdays he marries two or three And Sundays he marries four He has a hundred agents who Lead very busy lives Keep him supplied with wives And now we'll tell in rhyme Just how we spend our time [1] Ev'ry morning to his bed I bring his toast and tea [2] I prepare his bath for that's the job he gave to me [3] I massage his brow because he likes my gentle touch [4] I then manicure his nails and never hurt him much [5] I bring him his slippers ev'ry evening after eight [6] I then fetch his cigarettes upon a silver plate [7] I arrange his bed at nine, he gets so sleepy then [8] I begin to dance and then he's wide awake again [All:] And then we all dance to the vision of Salome Aus Songtexte Mania