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 and 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 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 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 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
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 and 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 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 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 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