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

We're Morocco bound

(we could be arrested)