Clouds so swift,
Rain won't lift,
Gate won't close,
Railings froze.
Get your mind off wintertime.
You ain't goin nowhere.
Whoo-ee ride me high,
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's [bad word] 
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?

I don't care
How many letters they send.
Morning came 
And morning went.
Pack up your money,
Pick up your tent.
You ain't goin nowhere.
Whoo-ee ride me high,
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's [bad word] 
Oh, Oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?

Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes,
Strap yourself
To a tree with roots.
You ain't goin nowhere.
Whoo-ee ride me high,
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's [bad word] 
Oh, Oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?

Now Genghis Kahn,
He could not keep.
All his kings
Supplied with sleep.
We'll climb that hill,
No matter how steep,
When we get up to it.
Whoo-ee ride me high,
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's [bad word] 
Oh, Oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?