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
Buy me a flute ~ And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes ~ Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
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