The sheik of Arabia, he wrote a note to me
He said I ought to see some feminity

Down beside the Dardanella Bay
Where oriental breezes play
There lives a lovely maid, a medium

The swellest of the belles
In all the Dardanelles

By the Dardanelles with growing eyes
She looks across the sea and sighs
To weave a spell that is cerulean

Oh sorry, cut out for Turkmenistan
While it was a scene like ?

Oh, my Dardanella, I love your harem eyes
I'm a lucky fellow to capture such a prize
Oh, Allah knows my love for you
And he knows that I'll be true
But tell me, Dardanella
Is that very yellow?
(She looks so dreamy in her maiden-form bra)

Oh Dardanella, oh we'd like to say
We have commitments back in the USA
The YMCA Ball as we slowly sail away
We're singing "Auld Lang Syne"
But the dream, my Dardanella
The star of love divine
I wrote the sheik a note
And this is what we wrote
"We doubt the trip the most
If you should make the coast
We'll throw a gate for you
So bring your harem too
And most especially
The one we want to see
Dreamy Dardanella
She of the harem eyes"