the road to marocca þarký sözü

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)