Tito's Camel/ Tito's Reprise

She came before me, a specter in the night A frantic moment, I accepted my terminal plight And so she pulled me to her altar of remorse A death ship sailing a true and steady course So now I beseech her and I kneel before her granting hand A fallen soldier on blood-soaked and barren sand Granules filters downward - I catch them one by one But there is always one more, through this course my time has run So our hero, Tito, escapes from the desert fortress On the back of the Sultan's favorite camel After wandering the desert for 40 days and 40 Arabian nights Hot, cold, tired, thirsty and alone Finally our hero finds himself in the middle of a lush and vast Bedouin oasis Drawing stares of disbelief of the thing they've never seen before Finally the tribesman speak Why would a Mexican be riding a camel? Why would he ever feel the need Why would a Mexican be riding a camel in their desert? Why? Why indeed? To be free After resting a while and eating, our hero tells the tale of his capture to his host It seems he met the Sultan's daughter, Aeriel, in Abudabe Or maybe it was just somewhere that was close Upon hearing of his daughter's engagement to this man the Sultan did What only the Sultan can He imprisoned our hero Tito, he locked him up and threw him away He locked up our hero, Tito, almost three months to this very day So if you ask a Mexican why he rides a camel in this desert He'll just tell you it's to be free