Kill the Sultan
Friday night and boredom kicks in
No one calling on the phone
Just my second-hand clock ticking
No distractions, all alone
So I switched on late-night TV
Gaudy colours filled the screen
Mesmerized, it drew me deeply
Down the mini time machine
Somewhere in a tiny mud hut
Lay a pretty peasant girl
She just wished to take a short cut
To a green and pleasant world
Rumour reached the aged Sultan
Of this rare & stunning jewel
Life without her made him sullen
He would not be made a fool
Soldiers tore through every village
To track down the maiden fair
Barely even time to pillage
Dragged her to the emperor's lair
She had gone from rags to riches
Stony walls and finest wines
As her piercing gaze bewitches
She becomes his concubine
She was brought before her master
Crying and consumed by shame
She knew 'no' could spell disaster
But refused to play his game
Just one thing he hadn't bet on
Even when his guard was down
The revenge her mind was set on
And the dagger in her gown
As she slipped off all her layers
And revealed her modesty
I answered the call of nature
Went and missed the final scene
My Turkish delight still haunts me
As she dances in my dreams
While her beauty always daunts me
All is not quite as it seems
No one calling on the phone
Just my second-hand clock ticking
No distractions, all alone
So I switched on late-night TV
Gaudy colours filled the screen
Mesmerized, it drew me deeply
Down the mini time machine
Somewhere in a tiny mud hut
Lay a pretty peasant girl
She just wished to take a short cut
To a green and pleasant world
Rumour reached the aged Sultan
Of this rare & stunning jewel
Life without her made him sullen
He would not be made a fool
Soldiers tore through every village
To track down the maiden fair
Barely even time to pillage
Dragged her to the emperor's lair
She had gone from rags to riches
Stony walls and finest wines
As her piercing gaze bewitches
She becomes his concubine
She was brought before her master
Crying and consumed by shame
She knew 'no' could spell disaster
But refused to play his game
Just one thing he hadn't bet on
Even when his guard was down
The revenge her mind was set on
And the dagger in her gown
As she slipped off all her layers
And revealed her modesty
I answered the call of nature
Went and missed the final scene
My Turkish delight still haunts me
As she dances in my dreams
While her beauty always daunts me
All is not quite as it seems
Credits
Writer(s): Alasdair Edward Bouch, Viktorián Džambasov
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