The Road To Morocco — текст песни (Bing Crosby)

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 vilains 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)