Clouds so swift
  Rain won't lift
  Gate won't close
  Railings froze
  Get your mind of wintertime
  You ain't goin' nowhere
  Whoo-ee ride me high
  Tomorrow's the day
  My bride's gonna come
  Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
  Down in the easy chair !
    I don't care
  How many letters they sent
  Morning came and morning went
  Pick up your money
  And pack up your tent
  You ain't goin' nowhere
  Whoo-ee ride me high
  Tomorrow's the day
  My bride's gonna come
  Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
  Down in the easy chair !
    Buy me a flute
  And a gun that shoots
  Tailgates some substitutes
  Strap yourself
  To the tree with roots
  You ain't goin' nowhere
  Whoo-ee ride me high
  Tomorrow's the day
  My bride's gonna come
  Oh, oh, 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
  When we come up to it
  Whoo-ee ride me high
  Tomorrow's the day
  My bride's gonna come
  Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
  Down in the easy chair !