we passed the porch, passed the front walk,
took a bite of grass and then
we drove away, you jumped in my lap
almost got us in an accident
and then at the rest stop
when that puppy barked and made you frightened
i thought you'd never calm down 
but real soon i was enlightened...
yeah, real soon i'd been enlightened...

you're my road bunny, and i'm learning all the time
i thought that you'd be thumping,
having accidents on back seat cushions
but we drive so much you found some patience
so pass the pellets, turn the station
you don't need a carrier for the road

from where the wind's a dusty breeze
to where the air is cool and wet
i thought we'd find you cowering
like you do each time you're at the vet
but you sit on the back ledge dozing
cars go by, they point and stare
i try to act indifferent
but i'm proud of my courageous hare...
yes i'm so proud...

you're my road bunny, and i'm learning all the time
i thought you'd show that bunnies
were all timid and not made for travel
but i thought i saw your whiskers twitching
as if to say "the view's bewitching"
you don't need a carrier for the road

and your ears turn and pivot as relaxed as if you were at home
and you flop in the sunlight just the same way you do at home
i thought "life on the road, it could never be a habit"
but when my friends and i are going on a trip
i always have to take my rabbit

so i go to the vending machines
and you hop around on the backseat cover
sniffing at the seat belts
and discovering a cracker
and sometimes people look at me
saying "hey man, are you insane?
there's straw in the glove box!"
so i tell them that it's timothy hay...
and we're on our way...

how 'bout it, road bunny (oooh, bunny)
i heard about this rabbit in a family of travelers
and he spent his days at the back seat window
riding high upon some pillows
but you just can't build a burrow on the road

but there's a fear you've finally faced
you're not afraid to ride someplace
you don't need a carrier on the road