Delawhere?

Delaware, Delaware,

Where are you?

I wanna come home to you,

but I don’t know what to do.

You’re so small and hard to find,

but I don’t blame ya.

Its just that when I try to drive there

I wind up in Pennsylvania.

A hundred miles from top to bottom.

Just twenty miles across the top.

You can drive through in half an hour

on the interstate without a stop.

You may be bigger than Rhode Island,

but I don’t think anyone cares

My Delawhere?

Your license plates proclaim you

to be the country’s first state.

You’re the place big corporations

like to incorporate.

Your U of D “Fighting Blue Hens”

never raise a flap,

‘cause ninety-nine percent of college kids

can’t find you on a map.

You’re somewhere in the Eastern Time Zone.

That much I know is true.

When I get myself a new GPS

I’ll come running back to you.

But now I’m pullin’ out my hair

‘cause I can’t find you, Delawhere?

Delawhere? Delawhere?

Where, oh where, are you?