Oklahoma State Highway 113.
I was going down the road, you know.
And I thought I would catch a bite to eat.
Well, not with my hands, oh, no.
I thought I would use a restaurant, too.
So, I went to the town of Canadian
on Oklahoma State Highway 113.
I wanted just a bite to eat.
But somehow I found more, it seems.
I met there a beautiful Canadian.
Not from Canadian, from Canada.
Is a Canadian a resident
of the Oklahoma town of Canadian?
It's screwy in my head up there.
It's screwy in my head.
But I was in the town of Canadian.
And this Canadian was beautiful,
I was quite enraptured, yes.
This Canadian was beautiful and I stayed too long.
I could not bring myself to introduce myself and so
I was just stuck in Canadian.
But not in a gross way!
I mean the town.
I was stuck in the town of Canadian.
I could not take my eyes off of that Canadian.
And so I sit there still, it seems.
For that Canadian was a beautiful, beautiful statue
and I have become a statue, too.