Oklahoma, where we're pretty much all plain And the menses meat can sure smell sweet When Bob Stoopes comes along to lead the train Oklahoma, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I Sit alone and talk and watch a chickenhawk Makin' lazy circles in the sky. We know we belong to Bob's gland And the gland we belong to is grand! And when we say Yeeow! Ayipioeeay! We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma O.K
