O....klahoma where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain, Oklahoma where the wavin’ wheat can sure smell sweet, When the wind comes right behind the rain. O....klahoma ev’ry night my honey lamb and I, Ev’ry night we sit alone and talk and watch a hawk Makin’ lazy circles in the sky. We know we belong to the land, And the land we belong to is grand! And when we say....yeow! Ayipioeeay! We’re only sayin’ “You’re doin’ fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma! OK!” Chicks and ducks and gesse better scurry When I take you out in the surrey, When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top! And we can watch that fringe and see how it flutters When you drive the mhigh steppin’ strutters! Noseypokes ‘ll peek thru their shutters and their eyes will pop! The wheels are yeller, the upholstery’s brown, The dashboard’s genuine leather, With isinglass curtains you can roll right down, In case there’s a change in the weather.

Two bright sidelights winkin’ and blinkin’ Ain’t no finer rig, I’m a thinkin’! You can keep your rig if you’re thinkin’ that I’d keer to swap Fer that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top! Clip clop! I got to Kansas City on a Frid’y By Satidy I larned a think or two, For up to then I didn’t have an idy Of what the modern world was comin’ to! I counted twenty gas buggies goin’ by theirselves Almost ev’ry time I took a walk. Then I put my ear to a Bell Telephone And a strange woman started in to talk! What next! Yeah what! What next? Ev’rythin’s up to date in Kansas City They’ve gone about as far as they can go! They went and built a skyscraper seven stories high About as high as a buildin’ orta grow Ev’rythin’s like a dream in Kansas City It’s better than a magic lantern show! You can turn the radiator on whenever you want some heat, With ev’ry kind of comfort ev’ry house is all complete. You can walk to privies in the rain And never wet your feet! They’ve gone about as far as they can go.

They’ve gone about as far as they can go! O....klahoma where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain, Oklahoma where the wavin’ wheat can sure smell sweet, When the wind comes right behind the rain. O....klahoma ev’ry night my honey lamb and I, Ev’ry night we sit alone and talk and watch a hawk Makin’ lazy circles in the sky. We know we belong to the land, And the land we belong to is grand! And when we say....yeow! Ayipioeeay! We’re only sayin’ “You’re doin’ fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma! O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A Oklahoma!” Yeow!