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)