| We’re off on the road to Morocco
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| This taxi is tough on the spine (Beats the bus, hey jr. Beats me!)
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| Where we’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 (Wahoo!)
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| We’re off on the road to Morocco
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| Hang on till the end of the line
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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 (shhh) but we would have the censor on our tails
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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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| 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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| Off on the road to Morocco,
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| And somewhere I feel kind of numb
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| For any villains we may meet, we haven’t any fear
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| Paramount will protect us cause wear singed for 5 more years
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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 |