Oklahoma

[Solos -- . . . Soon be livin’ in a brand new state!]
Brand new state.  Gonna treat you great!

[Solos -- . . . And when we say]
Yeow!   A-yip-i-o-ee-ay!
[Solo -- . . . Oklahoma!  O. K.]

O – k – lahoma, 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 – k – lahoma, 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--- Ah --- Yo ho! 

And the land we belong to is grand.
Yippy-Yippy-Yippy-Yippy-Yippy-Yippy Yi
And when we say – yeow! A-yip-i-o-ee-ay-
We’re only sayin’ You’re doin’ fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma O-K 

Okla--homa  Okla--homa  Okla--homa
Okla--homa  Okla--homa  Okla--homa
Okla--homa  Okla--homa
Oklahoma’s grand –
And when we say – Yeow!
A-yip-i-o-ee-ay!  We’re only sayin’
You’re doin’ fine, Oklaho-ma,
Oklaho-ma  O K L A H O M A
Oklaho – ma!  Yeow!