2The plains and sands he's come to know…
From high above, the merciless sun winks down…
How he aches for the concept of snow—
Chorus:
In the Desert there's no snow, where is he to go?
Why's he wanderin', why's he botherin' when there's nothing, oh no…
But there's a thing in his heart, snow's a good place to start,
In looking for that girl, who left him in search of the North Pole.
His feet stamp in the dust, stomp left and right,
He wanders up and down, doesn't sleep at night.
At the top of a hill, his eyes are searching still,
For a little bit of glimmering might.
He trips, he stumbles and falls
His engine sputters and stalls
Ceasing its heavy thundering beat…
After his head hits the rough and blistering ground,
He can't seem to regain his feet.
Chorus
And as he lies there, sick and sad,
He remembers the words of his Dad,
Who told him again and again
About how to know when
The perfect girl had come along.
He said "Now Albrusnox, don't fret…
You'll find this perfect girl yet!
She'll be the kind of girl not content with the world,
Wanting something better, something wetter,
Than this awful patch…of dirt."
And suddenly, the camel knew…
Just what…he had to do!
Chorus
Too bad, too bad…he's in Mexico.
Looks like…he'll just have to steal a plane!