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Celebrate the Sooner State
It's gonna take a thousand eggs
to make this birthday cake
and an oven big as Texas
to put it in to bake.
Tons of flour, sacks of sugar,
butter stacked up to the sky,
vanilla by the gallon,
candles ninety inches high.
Oklahoma, Oklahoma!
the state we love to cheer,
invites you to a party
every day throughout the year.
So start freezing up the ice cream,
Toughen hands up for the clapping.
Get the bands to start rehearsing
songs to set our toes to tapping.
Mountain boomers are invited,
buffalo and sand bass, too,
mistletoe and redbud blossoms
under skies of Okie blue.
Rose rocks blooming on a landscape
dressed in white and forest green,
while the wind play Oklahoma
on a fiddle never seen.
November sixteenth is the day,
two thousand seven is the year,
so circle all your calendars
and come from far and near.
Come on home to Oklahoma
where the scissor-tail flies free
where Indiangrass and blanket
grow for miles for you to see.
Come on home to Oklahoma,
our own little part of heaven,
and watch us "hang a hundred"
in two thousand years and seven.
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