Standard (EADGBE)

 Here I sleep the morning through

 'Til the wail of the call to prayer awakes me

 And there ain't nothing at all to do but rise and follow

 The day wherever it takes me

I stand at the window and I look at the sea

And I am what I am, and what will be will be

I stand at the window and I look at the sea

And I make me a pot of opium tea

 Down at the port I watch the boats come in

 Watch the boats come in can do something to you

 And the kids gather around with an outstretched hand

 And I toss them a dirham or two

Well, I wonder if my children are thinking of me

Cause I am what I am, and what will be will be

I wonder if my kids are thinking of me

And I smile and I sip my opium tea

 At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts

 And the shapes of hooded men who pass me

 And the moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs

 The strange luck that fate has cast me

Well, the cats on the rampart sing merrily

That he is what he is and what will be will be

Yeah, the cats on the rampart sing merrily

And I sit and I drink of my opium tea

 I'm a prisoner here, I can never go home

 There is nothing here to win or lose

 There are no choices needed to be made at all

 Not even the choice of having to choose

Well, I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also free

Cause I am what I am and what will be will be

I'm a prisoner here, yeah, but I'm also free

And I smile and I sip my opium tea.

Someone should figure out the melody bit, the part the organ plays after the choruses.

Figure it out then post it, that'd be nifty.