A Christmas Camel - Procol Harum

My amazon six-triggered bride

Now searching for a place to hide

Still sees the truth quite easily

But shrouds all else in mystery

While madmen in top hats and tails

Impale themselves on six-inch nails

And some arabian also-ran

Impersonates a watering can

Some santa claus-like face of note

Entreats my ears to set afloat

My feeble sick and weary brain

And I am overcome with shame

And hide inside my overcoat

And hurriedly begin to quote

While some arabian sheikh most grand

Impersonates a hot-dog stand

The red cross ambulance outside

Can only mean that I must hide

til dusk and finally the night

When I will make a hasty flight

Across the sea and far away

To where the weary exiles stay

And some arabian oil-well

Impersonates a padded cell