(Ya'll show Junior what you can do for)
(The Boys from Oklahoma, OK?)
Yeah, them boys from Oklahoma
Roll their joints all wrong
They're too damn skinny or way too long
Well, I ain't no Holy Roller
So I just use a bong
Them boys from Oklahoma
Roll their joints all wrong
Well, them boys down there in Texas
They got some damn fine weed
'Cause they smuggle it across the Rio
They use that Mexican breed
Well, that's explointin' cheap labor
But hell, that's Texican's creed
Them boys a-down in Texas
Got some damn fine weed
Well, them boys in Colorado
They just as soon pan for gold
The nights are too long
And growing season's too cold
They'd just as soon smoke a joint
That Jason Boland had rolled
At least that's what I've been told
Yeah, them boys from Oklahoma
Roll their joints all wrong
They're too damn skinny or way too long
Well, I ain't no Holy Roller
So I just use a bong
Them boys from Oklahoma
Roll their joints all wrong
Them faggots down in Norman
They got a kinky streak
Ain't allowed to roll their own
Their Sooner wrists are too weak
They just as soon
(I'm sorry about that)
(I just got to thinkin')
(We're gonna have to do this song over again)
(Because we might want to sell a CD in Norman)
(You know?)
(Well, we'll go ahead and do it for now, OK?)
Well, them faggots down there in Norman
They got a kinky streak
Well, they ain't allowed to roll their own
Their Sooner wrists are too weak
They'll sure start to puffin'
If you stick one in their beak
Them faggots down in Norman
Got a kinky streak
Well, them boys in Louisiana
They got trouble growin' their weed
The alligators is mean
And they eat up all the seeds
But on a bayou night
By the light of the full moon
You can walk out
And pick you a sack full of 'shrooms
Yeah, them boys from Oklahoma
Roll their joints all wrong
They're too damn skinny or way too long
Well, I ain't no Holy Roller
So I just use a bong
Them boys from Oklahoma
Roll their joints all wrong
(How's Stillwater, are you guys alright tonight?)
(I want to you to show our good friend, Gene Collier)
(That you know every word to the song)
Well, them boys (from Oklahoma)
(Roll their joints all wrong)
(They're too damn skinny or way too long)
(Well, I ain't no Holy Roller)
(So I just use a bong)
(Them boys from Oklahoma)
(Roll their joints all wrong)
Yeah, them boys from Oklahoma
Roll their joints all wrong
They're cheap, y'all ruinin' 'em
All night long
Mine looks like a pregnant dog
But I'd just as soon use a bong
Well, them boys from Oklahoma
Roll their joints all wrong