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.