The clouds are swift and the rain won't liftGame on close, the railing's frozeGet your mind off wintertime, you ain't going awayOoh-wee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna comeOh-oh-oh, we're gonna fly down in that easy chairI don't care how many letters they sendOh-oh-oh, we're gonna fly down in that easy chairThe morning came, the morning wentWell, pack up your money and pack up your tentYou ain't going awayOoh-wee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna comeOh-oh-oh, we're gonna fly down in that easy chairWell, buy me a flute, a gun that shootsTailgates and substitutesWell, strap yourself to a bird with rootsYou ain't going awayOoh-wee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna comeOh-oh-oh, we're gonna fly down in that easy chairWell, Genghis Khan, he could not keepAll his kings supplied with sleepWell, climb that hillAnd the king said,Yeah-ah-ohW-how-vishOh-oh-oh, we're gonna fly down in that easy chairOoh-wee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna comeOoh-wee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna comeOh-oh-oh, we're gonna fly down in that easy chairOoh-wee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna comeWe're going to come, oh, we're going to fly down in the heat.