Clouds so swift, rain won't lift
Gate won't close, railing's froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't goin' nowhere
Ooh-wee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oh-ho, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?
I don't care how many letters they sent
The morning came, the morning went
Pack up your money, pick up your tent
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots
Now Genghis Khan, 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