We're off on the road to Morocco 
This taxi is tough on the spine (Beats the bus, hey jr. Beats me!) 
Where we're goin', why we're goin', how can we be sure 
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour (Wahoo!) 

We're off on the road to Morocco 
Hang on till the end of the line 
I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils 
We'd tell you more (shhh) but we would have the censor on our tails 

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 
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 

Off on the road to Morocco, 
And somewhere I feel kind of numb 
For any villains we may meet, we haven’t any fear 
Paramount will protect us cause wear singed for 5 more years 

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