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?

Tow Truck Driver:

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

Small Man:

Large Woman:

Yeah!

Small Man:

And the odd romantic episode

Very odd!

It's Californ-eye-ay or bust

Mickey Mouse:

Old Lady:

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

Every day another new adventure

And Goofy:

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 I've got no strings on me

I'm feelin' fancy-free

How wonderful to be

On the open road!