Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
The railing froze
Get your mind on wintertime
You ain't goin' nowhere

Ooh-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
I said Oh no
Are we gonna fly down in the easy chair

Now I don't care
How many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
Pack up your money
Pick up your tent
You ain't goin' nowhere

Ooh-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
I said Oh no
Are we gonna fly down in the easy chair

Oh now, buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots
You ain't goin' nowhere
Ooh-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
I said Oh no
Are we gonna fly down in the easy chair

Genghis Khan
He could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
Just as soon as we get the hell up to it

Ooh-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
I said Oh no
Are we gonna fly down in the easy chair