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.