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We're off on the road to Morocco
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This camel is tough on the spine (hit me with a band-aid, Dad)
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Where they're goin', why we're goin', how can we be sure
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I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour (yeah, get in
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line)
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Off on the road to Morocco
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Hang on till the end of the line (I like your jockey. Quiet)
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I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils
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We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor on our tails (good
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boy)
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We certainly do get around
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Like Webster's Dictionary we're Morocco bound
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We're off on the road to Morocco
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Well look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we come
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Stand by for a concussion
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The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half
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It seems to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh
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(shall I slip on my big shoes?)
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Off on the road to Morocco
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Hooray! Well blow a horn, everybody duck
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Yeah. it's a green light, come on boys
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We may run into vilains but we're not afraid to roam
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Because we read the story and we end up safe at home (yeah)
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Certainly do get around
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Like Webster's Dictionary we're Morocco bound
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We certainly do get around
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Like a complete set of Shakespeare that you get
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in the corner drugstore for a dollar ninety-eight
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We're Morocco bound
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Or, like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in the
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department store at Christmas time for your cousin Julia
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We're Morocco bound
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(we could be arrested)
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THE ROAD TO MOROCCO
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| Bing Crosby |
