We´re off on the road to Morocco This camel is tough on the spine (hit me with a band-aid, Dad) Where they´re goin´, why we´re goin´, how can we be sure
I´ll lay you eight to five that we´ll meet Dorothy Lamour (yeah, get in line) Off on the road to Morocco Hang on till the end of the line (I like your jockey. Quiet) I hear this country´s where they do the dance of the seven veils We´d tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor on our tails (good boy) We certainly do get around Like Webster´s Dictionary we´re Morocco bound We´re off on the road to Morocco Well look out, well clear the way, ´cause here we come Stand by for a concussion The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half It seems to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh
(shall I slip on my big shoes?) Off on the road to Morocco Hooray! Well blow a horn, everybody duck Yeah. it´s a green light, come on boys We may run into vilains but we´re not afraid to roam Because we read the story and we end up safe at home (yeah) Certainly do get around Like Webster´s Dictionary we´re Morocco bound We certainly do get around Like a complete set of Shakespeare that you get in the corner drugstore for a dollar ninety-eight We´re Morocco bound Or, like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in the department store at Christmas time for your cousin Julia