The clouds are swift and the rain won't lift
Game on close, the railing's froze
Get your mind off wintertime, you ain't going away
Ooh-wee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oh-oh-oh, we're gonna fly down in that easy chair
I don't care how many letters they send
Oh-oh-oh, we're gonna fly down in that easy chair
The morning came, the morning went
Well, pack up your money and pack up your tent
You ain't going away
Ooh-wee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oh-oh-oh, we're gonna fly down in that easy chair
Well, buy me a flute, a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Well, strap yourself to a bird with roots
You ain't going away
Ooh-wee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oh-oh-oh, we're gonna fly down in that easy chair
Well, Genghis Khan, he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
Well, climb that hill
And the king said,
Yeah-ah-oh
W-how-vish
Oh-oh-oh, we're gonna fly down in that easy chair
Ooh-wee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Ooh-wee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come

Oh-oh-oh, we're gonna fly down in that easy chair
Ooh-wee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come


We're going to come, oh, we're going to fly down in the heat.