"oooooooooooklahoma where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain where the wavin wheat can sure smell sweet when the wind comes right behind the rain... oklahoma, every night my honey lamb and i sit alone and talk and watch the hawks makin' lazy circles in the skyyyyy... we know we belong to the laaaand, and the land we belong to is grannnnnnd, and when we sayy -- YEAOW! a YIP-I-O-EE-A! were only sayin' your doin fine oklahoma oklahoma O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A OOOOKKLAAAHOOOOOOOOOOMAA!