On a dark desert highway, cool wind in Nasser's hair
Warm smell of Polo Sport, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, he saw a buffet
His head grew heavy and Milos' nubianed brain grew dim
They had to stop for the night
There Milimar stood in the doorway;
Nasser heard the mission bell
And Milos was thinking to himself "Cocaine is a helluva where iz my anavarz??"
Then Milimar flashed her vagina and showed Nasser the way
There were voices down in the bedroom
Nasser heard Milimar's moans
Milimar sand "Welcome to the hotel Milimar"
"Such a lovely place"
"Such a lovely snatch; Yates has been here"
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here
Milos' mind is tiffany-twisted, he's got gyno and withdrawl
His wife got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
Now Nasser and Milimar hump in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some hump to remember, but Milos' wife humps to forget.
