Текст песни Bing Crosby - The Road To Morocco
Bing Crosby - The Road To Morocco слова песни
We`re off on the road to MoroccoThis 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 sureI`ll lay you eight to five that we`ll meet Dorothy Lamour (yeah, get in line)Off on the road to MoroccoHang 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 veilsWe`d tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor on our tails (good boy)We certainly do get aroundLike Webster`s Dictionary we`re Morocco boundWe`re off on the road to MoroccoWell look out, well clear the way, `cause here we comeStand by for a concussionThe men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in halfIt seems to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh(shall I slip on my big shoes?)Off on the road to MoroccoHooray! Well blow a horn, everybody duckYeah. it`s a green light, come on boysWe may run into vilains but we`re not afraid to roamBecause we read the story and we end up safe at home (yeah)Certainly do get aroundLike Webster`s Dictionary we`re Morocco boundWe certainly do get aroundLike a complete set of Shakespeare that you getin the corner drugstore for a dollar ninety-eightWe`re Morocco boundOr, like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in thedepartment store at Christmas time for your cousin JuliaWe`re Morocco bound(we could be arrested)