A scratchy CD from old transferred recordings is heard playing from the carnival grounds parking lot picnic area. A pickup truck is parked next to a table under the trees, doors open so the speakers can be heard for some distance around. A barbecue grill smokes on the other side of the table, where a nice slab of salmon is nearly finished. The songs, all recorded by John Dwyer, are not arranged according to political correctness. The laughter and applause throughout indicate a live performance recording.

Ah, Carnival, the perfect opportunity to bring out non-PC favorites. When the bawdy Zulaika comes on, the sound is turned way up.

Zulaika was fair to see
A young Persian maiden was she
She lived in Baghdad
Where all men are bad
But none was as bad as she
She lived in Baghdad
where all men are bad
But none was as bad as she

Her husband was very old
With millions in silver and gold
He kept her locked in
Away from all sin
For Persians are terribly bold
He kept her locked in
Away from all sin
For Persians are terribly bold

On her head she wore a tur-ban
Which came from the fields of I-ran
Where no one could see
She kept a small key
Which she threw out again and again
Where no one could see
She kept a small key
Which she threw out again and again

The first time she threw out the key
It fell by the old banyan tree
She sighed and she cried
The door opened wide
And in walked her lover Ali
She sighed and she cried
The door opened wide
And in walked her lover Ali

The next time she threw the key out
It fell by the old water spout
She sighed and she cried
The door opened wide
And in walked her lover Mahout
She sighed and she cried
The door opened wide
And in walked her lover Mahout

She threw out the key once again
Expecting her lover Sulieman
She sighed and she cried
The door opened wide
And in walked a whole caravan
She sighed and she cried
The door opened wide
And in walked a whole caravan

The leader he bowed his head low
Expecting her answer to know
The most of you say
Zulaika did say
But children and camels must go
The most of you say
Zulaika did say
But children and camels must go