OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKLAHOMA,
Where the broads come running 'cross the plains
And their big bazooms
Are like balloons
And they all wear T-shirts in the rain.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKLAHOMA,
Where my dar-ar-arlin' you and I
Can steal your Daddy's truck
Where we'll throw a fuck
And to your Mother we will lie.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKLAHOMA,
Where I play with your massive gaping twat
Put my hands in and clap
But there's still a gap
And something deep within you smells of rot
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKLAHOMA,
Where a hand job is the best of ways to go
So make my throbbing cock
Harder than a rock
And be sure to stand well back when it blows

If you'll just take my dick in your hand
The feeling I'll get then is grand.
So when you hear-ear-ear-ear YIP Pie yodel-odel AAAAAAAAA
You'll know that I got my nut in Oklaho-o-ma
And your hand job
Was OK.