Damn this state!
Another toll gate, on my nerves they grate!
Gonna give you billboards, tollbooths and rude truckers
Fork out your money
What a bunch of mutha F-ers
The scenery is boring and there's plenty of cops
And I need Depends cuz there's no rest stops
Make me so crazy I want to smoke dope!
Two hundred more miles, think I'll give up hope,

Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin'-- it's a pain
And the wavin' wheat smells like rancid feet
When the wind comes with the F'ing rain
Oklahoma,
All damn night my honey lamb and I
Curse the trucks we pass and we can't find gas
Plus you drive for hours without a pee

Where the tolls steal our cash by the mile
We are cursing the turnpike – it's vile!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeyuck!
We're only sayin'
You aren't OK,
Oklamoma!
Oklahoma, You Suck.

Oklahoma, where I curse and swear with every mile
It's a lousy pain, wish I were on a plane
With some wine and a seat next to the aisle
Oklahoma,
Makes me and my honey start to fight
We're in real bad moods, and I feel real rude
'Cause there's not a single john in sight.
I don't care about Route 66
Get me out of this land full of hicks
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeyuck!
We're only sayin'
You aren't OK,
Oklahoma!
Oklahoma, you suck!