Hiking trails are everywhere—
The views are great, I’m telling you—
Cyclists cycle all day long,
And everybody drives a Subaru.
Rolling hills and winding streams
Stretch out for miles in front of you
If you climb for hours to reach the top—
Or ride there in a Subaru.
Gift shops litter every town
Hawking soap and quilted caribou,
Handmade this and that and those—
Hey, look, another Subaru.
Hippie people roam the streets
Reading theater reviews,
Their “Eat Local” bumper stickers
On the backs of their old Subarus.
Everyone is skinny there—
Though perhaps that ain’t exactly news—
‘Cause they all hike and eat granola
When they’re not driving in their Subarus.
Still, I love North Carolina,
It’s my favorite place to go, it’s true,
So every year I’ll pack my bags
And go there in my Subaru.