I love Paul McCartney
But I own Oklahoma
I’m ready to rock
I’m ready to roma
But I’ve gotta think quick
And I’m in Oklahoma
I’m tired of the lakes
And I need soma coma

I love Paul McCartney
But he’s not from Oklahoma
It’s a brave new weird
It’s a twisted tornado

And I love the Beatles
But I don’t want to eat one
Tell me how to feed one
A true Ethiopian.

I’m all mixed up
But thinking Oklahoman
Devil child.........Omen
I’ll tell you when I go to hell
I’ll tell when the shot gun shells
Ring Out!
No prayers to sell
No rounds to shoot
I'm in hell

Because I’m thinking Oklahoman
But my mind is a mix
Was Jesus on the cross
Or just a silly crucifix?
Remind me of a murder
All a good thing
Like my non-perfect items
On the counter At Nordstrom’s

It’s a good thing to know
What the hell you want
A crossed dressed tranny
Or a lovely debutant
They all have phases
And know what to say
What the hell
What’s a spear anyway

Because I'm dreaming Oklahoma
And the nightmares quill
I can float my life across the plains
And always will

I can die a life before I speak
I can never reach a savage peak
I can rest a day before I die
But......
I can never look Oklahoma
In the eye