Road to Morocco Songtext
von Rosemary Clooney

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 'til the end of the line
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 (clear the way)
Stand by for a concussion ('cause here we come)
The men eat fire, and sleep on nails, and saw their wives in half
It seems to me, there should be easier ways to get a laugh
(I'll pull out on my big shoes)

Off on the road to Morocco
Hooray! (Well, blow my 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, hmmm