I head to the city
With a thought in my mind
It would be a pity
If we could not find
The thing that we need
The thing that we want
To our addiction we heed
To our addiction that haunts
Worse than a drug
Stronger than heroin
We’re sick, have a bug
Needing it here on in
Down near Hamdan
We always must go
Even in Ramadan,
You already know.
We suffer hysteria
My kingdom for the drink
We enter cafeterias
And in there they think
What are these white boys
Doing in my shop
Making some noise
Which should probably stop
They look at me
A menu they offer
I ask for Karak Tea
And Chips Oman Poratta
They bring me brown gold
And foil filled with perfection
On my tongue, it scalds
It is the right direction
From Al Rutba
To Gifts Tower
From Al Wahda
Our main power
Karak tea
Our one and only saviour
Indubitably
The very best flavour
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