| Now, there’s an old brown camel on a cigarette pack
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| He’s a-waiting for his master but he ain’t come back
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| Been standin' there for years in the same old place
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| With the same old look upon his old long face
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| Eli, the camel, he never gets a drink
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| I wonder what old Eli thinks
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| Standing on the front of that cigarette pack
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| Eli, the camel with the hump upon his back
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| Now, I have often wondered what his master did
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| When he went behind that big pyramid
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| Some say he got a sunstroke and the old man died
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| But, I think he’s at the hotel on the other side
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| He probably found a harem and he moved on in
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| Forgot all about his faithful friend
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| Standing on the front of that cigarette pack
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| Eli, the camel with the hump upon his back
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| Eli, the camel, he never gets a drink
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| I wonder what old Eli thinks
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| Standing on the front of that cigarette pack
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| Eli, the camel with the hump upon his back
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| He never gets no loving and he don’t have any fun
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| He keeps right on a-standing in the burning sun
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| Standing all the time on that cigarette pack
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| Eli, the camel with the hump upon his back
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| If old Eli could talk, well, I’ll bet my boots to you
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| He could tell the world a thing or two
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| He’s been all around the world and back
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| Riding on the front of that cigarette pack
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| Eli, the camel, he never gets a drink
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| I wonder what old Eli thinks
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| Standing on the front of that cigarette pack
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| Eli, the camel with the hump upon his back |