The Road to Morocco sing and play along

Let's meet on the road

to Morocco,

instead of the tunnel of love.

The desert night, the Arab tents,

the harem atmosphere;

it's the best attraction Coney Island has this year.

Let's meet on the road

to Morocco,

though our Brooklyn moon

shines above.

I'll whisper how I love you to the strains of native flutes,

and your arms will thrill me more than all the chutethechutes.

Tell the gang so they won't

hang around.

Like Webster's Dictionary, we're Morocco bound.

Let's meet on the road

to Morocco.

Let's dream for the price

of a dime.

We'll ride the magic carpet that looks absolutely real.

Don't you think that's more romantic than the Ferris wheel?

Let's meet on the road

to Morocco.

It beats Central Park

any time.

The funny streets are nice and dark,

the music is unique.

You can be the kidnapped girl and I can be the sheik.

Tell the gang so they won't

hang around.

Like Webster's Dictionary, we're Morocco bound.

Let's bound.