Road To Morocco (1945 Single Version / With 1954 Spoken Introduction)

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 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)