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brought on by a witch's curse
Dorothy made me laugh (ha ha)
I felt much better so I went back 
To the violent room (tell us what you did)
Let me tell
Dorothy made me laugh (ha ha)
I felt much better so I went back 
To the violent room (tell us what you did)
Let me tell you what I did

I took another
when the road got rough,
And brought you through the lean times by making it up.

"Hey, did I ever tell you the time I married my cousin up in Las
[Chorus]
Baby, I'm dead but I need you
I'm buried right here, and I'll never leave you
(Baby) She's deader then a doornail, looking for love
Doornail Dorothy
Why didn't you tell
Why didn't I know
Landscapes blurred by rain
Mountains covered in snow

Why didn't I see
The forest on fire behind in snow
to fly 
Even as you and I... 

(Conversation between Tex Beneke and Dorothy Claire:) 
TB: (whistle, whistle, whistle) 
DC: Hi, Texecutive, whattaya
and leave that barroom with her
No I didn't see you and I didn't see you and we didn't see a thing
George I know I didn't hear you tell that bloudm that you
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
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
and leave that barroom with her
No, I didn't see you and I didn't see you and we didn't see a thing

George, I know I didn't hear you tell that blonde that
of deal
Won't you tell me what all, when my soul comes off the shelf
Didn't I, oh, didn't I?

Do I have to do this all over again?
Didn't I do it right
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
Didn't I
Didn't I

There's something wrong with you
Tell Me
Bring me all your troubles dear
You look bad, you should be glad
Your leading man,
baby, why you treat me mean 
You didn't have to crucify me like you did 
You didn't have to tell me I was just your kid 
Hey, hey, mama, why'd you
what's in my heart 
Didn't my heart tell you true, 
That I could only love you 
Didn't I, didn't I say what's in my heart 
When I say I love you, 
I
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
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
Dorothy moves to click her ruby shoes
Right in tune with dark side of the moon
Someone, someone could tell me
Where I belong
Be calm, be brave,
By the way I really love you
Just in case you didn't know
And I know baby it's not easy
for you to say I'm the one
But I can tell by the way you
to fly 
Even as you and I... 

(Conversation between Tex Beneke and Dorothy Claire:) 
TB: (whistle, whistle, whistle) 
DC: Hi, Texecutive, whattaya
the mid-life crisis', y'all know who the nicest is
Always tell it like it is in spite of it
Dudes frontin' quite a bit, know I've grown tired of it
Sometimes
though
My partner had cinco now we blowin' on that ocho
Bozos love my rose gold, purple got me slow-mo
Stuntin' like I'm Dorothy but my rubies in my dough
to strut my cool
'Cause mama didn't raise no fool

[Chorus]
Mama didn't raise no fool
Well my mama didn't raise no fool
You can't tell me what to do
of your own

Yes I got troubles
Won't you come on and see
I got my needs just follow me
But they gonna ease by and by
If you tell all the people
That
Didn't I treat you right, now
Didn't I
Didn't I do the best I could
Didn't I
Didn't I give ya everything
Didn't I
I tried my best just to be