Brain dead state
Brain dead state, oh how I would hate
To live in prairie wasteland where legislators
Make love to their cattle
If they're impregnators
Of Bossy and Bessie, will they make some room
In their laws to protect the womb
In which their hybrid seed will grow?
It gets lonely in bleak fields of snow

South Dakota, where women might as well be in chains
You'll hear something bleat under the sheet
Means that Napoli's at it again
South Dakota, every night for honey lamb the guy
Goes out to the flock and starts to stalk
Till he's found the ovine apple of his eye

You know that he longs for a lamb
Though he used to enjoy loin of ham
Folks out there say
"Hey, that's the prairie way"
While they are prayin'
Every swine in South Dakota's
Very nervous each day

South Dakota, heads up where it's darkest on the plains
Where the people eat BSE meat
And the prions have preyed on their brains
South Dakota, a benighted place were reason dies
In this prairie pox, heads full of rocks
By contrast they make Kansans' IQs look high

The whole state would make a nice a land-
Fill, plenty of room to meet demand
Just empty space
That empty heads embrace
So run away if
You've got a mind, South Dakota
Makes Iran look OK