we're off on the road to morocco this camel is tough on the spine where they're going why we're going no one can be sure i'll lay you 8 to 5 that we meet Dorothy Lamour
we're off on the road to morocco hang on 'til the end of the line i hear this land is where they do the dance of the seven veils we'd tell you more, but we might have the censor on our tails
we certainly do get around like Webster's Dictionary, we're morocco-bound
we're off on the road to morocco look out, clear the way... 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
we're off on the road to morocco hooray, blow a horn, everybody duck... we may run into villains but we're not afraid to roam because we read the story and we end up safe at home we certainly do get around like Webster's Dictionary we're morocco-bound
like a complete set of Shakespeare that you get in the corner drug store for a dollar ninety-eight we're morocco-bound
or... like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in a department store at Christmas time for your cousin Julia! we're morocco-bound