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by Graham Nash, Siquom

Whoopa, hey mesa, hooba huffa, hey meshy goosh goosh
Looking at the world through the sunset in your eyes,
Traveling the train through clear Moroccan skies
Ducks, and pigs, and chickens call,
animal carpet wall to wall
American ladies five-foot tall in blue
Sweeping cobwebs from the edges of my mind,
Had to get away to see what we could find
Hope the days that lie ahead
bring us back to where they've led
listen not to what's been said to you
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express,
they're taking me to Marrakesh
All aboard the train
All aboard the train
I've been saving all my money just to take you there
I smell the garden in your hair
Take the train from Casablanca going south,
blowing smoke rings from the corners of my m m m m mouth
Colored cottons hang in the air,
charming cobras in the square
Striped djellebas we can wear at home
Well, let me hear ya now
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express,
they're taking me to Marrakesh
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express,
they're taking me to Marrakesh
All on board the train,
All on board the train,
All on board!