Karak

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