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There's a starry oasis, in the middle of the sand
Where the old cantina lights are shinning brightly

There's a starry old nomad from the city by the lake
Sits enthroned in the splendour of the king

And the stars shine so bright and they just come out at night
And they sparkle in the nomad's kingly hair

They'll be frank as the dean who each evening makes the scene
In his ultra cosy family affair

To his sons, God the father is the daddy of them all
To his subject's he's the lord of iron and fire

To the tired weary traveller he's the bringer of the light
He's their paid benefactor and supplier

And the stars shine anew and they shine for me and you
And he smiles upon the silver we will share

He brings youth to the old and the promises of gold
In his ultra cosy family affair

Oh, see the light in his eyes
See the gun in his hand

It's for you
Oh, see the whites of their eyes
See the boys in the band

And the cases they hold make them bold
Cause they're calling the tune

And the stars shine anew and they shine for me and you
And he smiles upon the silver we will share

And his smile really mean, is the silver really green
In his ultra cosy family affair.

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