The Road To Morocco

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', while 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 seven veils

We'd tell you more 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 my big shoes on?)

Off on the road to Morocco

Hooray, well, blow a horn, everybody duck

Yeah, it's the green light, come on, boys

We may run into villains 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 vinyl  of Omar Khayyam

That you buy in a department store at Christmas time

For your cousin Julia

We're Morocco bound

(We could be arrested)