Groucho Marx - Sing Ho for the Open Highway! Sing Ho for the Open Road!

Do ya need a break from modern livin'?
Do ya long to shed your weary load?
If your nerves are raw
And your brain is fried
Just grab a friend and take a ride
Together upon the open road
C'mon, Maxie! Ah-yuk!
All in all, I'd rather have detention
All in all, I'd rather eat a toad
Yuck!
And the old man drives like such a klutz
That I'm about to hurl my guts
Directly upon the road
There's nothin' can upset me
'Cause now we're on our way
Our trusty map will guide us straight and true
Roxanne, please don't forget me
I will return someday
Though I may be in traction when I do
Me and Max relaxin' like the old days
This is worse than dragon breath and acne
In a buddy-buddy kind of mode
I'm so mad
I think I may explode
When I see that highway, I could cry
Ya know, that's funny
So could I
Just bein' out on the open road
Female Country Singers:
Howdy, boys
Is this the way to Nashville?
Watch it, Mac!
Or you'll be gettin' towed
I'm in no hurry to arrive
'Cause I'll be turnin' sixty-five
The next time I see the open road
Just a week of rest and relaxtion
Yeah!
Small Man:
And the odd romantic episode
Very odd!
Mickey Mouse:
It's Californ-eye-ay or bust
Look out, you dirtbags
Eat my dust
From now on, I own the open road!
Just me and little Maxie
My pipsqueak pioneer
Their car ventures forever westward ho
Nuns and Goofy:
Yeehaw!
Could someone call a taxi
And get me outta here
To Beverly Hills 9-0-2-1-0
Chorus and Goofy:
Every day another new adventure
Every mile another new zip code
And the cares we had are gone for good
And I'd go with them if I could
Goofy and Chorus:
I've got no strings on me
I'm feelin' fancy-free
How wonderful to be
On the open road!