For those who want to sing along with my previous post:
"'Snow-klahoma, where the cold fronts sweepin' down the plain; And the piles of sleet beneath your feet Follow right behind the freezing rain.
Snow-klahoma, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I Travel home from work and hope some jerk Doesn't wreck our car in passing by.
We know we belong to the land But it could use more salt and more sand!
And when we say Yeeow! Ayipioeeay! We're only sayin' you're slick as snot, Snow-klahoma! Snow-klahoma, Oy Vey!'"
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