A Song From Sanford Raccoon

I miss you miss you miss you and I know you’re all alone,
I would pretend to kiss you but you never get the phone,
When I call you,
You’re such a long way for a raccoon to travel.
The road is filled with lines and the highway’s lined with diners,
It’ll take a lot of gasoline to power my raccoon liner all the way,
To California.
Sleeping on the Interstate,
Hope I don’t lose my shirt along the way,
Cause it’s a new shirt,
And they’re hard to find in my size.
Sleeping on the Interstate,
Hope I don’t die,
Along the way,
Cause you’re at the end of the road,
And this raccoon,
Misses you so.