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We're off on the road to MoroccoThis camel is tough on the spine (hit me with a band-aid, Dad)Where they're going, why we're going, how can we be sureI'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour (Yeah, get in line)Off on the road to MoroccoHang 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 veilsWe'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor on our tails (Good boy)We certainly do get aroundLike Webster's Dictionary we're Morocco boundWe're off on the road to MoroccoWell look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we comeStand by for a concussionThe men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in halfIt seems to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh(Shall I slip on my big shoes?)Off on the road to MoroccoHooray! Well blow a horn, everybody duckYeah. It's a green light, come on boysSongtexteWe may run into villains but we're not afraid to roamBecause we read the story and we end up safe at home (yeah)Certainly do get aroundLike Webster's Dictionary we're Morocco boundWe certainly do get aroundLike a complete set of Shakespeare that you getIn the corner drugstore for a dollar ninety-eightWe're Morocco boundOr, like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in theDepartment store at Christmas time for your cousin JuliaWe're Morocco bound(We could be arrested) Aus Songtexte Mania