This summer I met a coyote; he lived in the same state as me
He said "This place is driving me crazy; I have to leave."
So he dressed up like red riding-hood's grandma,
And took a train as far as Alabama, but he missed the snow
So he hitchhiked his way to Colorado, where he fell in love.
We lost touch.
I don't blame him,
But I'll miss him.
I'll never forget what he told me:
"In ohio you're always saying hello
With the two o's in my goodbye
Goodbye though, goodbye though Ohio
I'm gonna take those two o's and go
AWOOOOO-O AWOOOOO-O" (x3)