Sing to the tune of the musical "Oklahoma".

SNO-klahoma, where the cold fronts sweepin' down the plain
And the piles of sleet beneath your feet
Follow right behind the freezing rain.

SNO-klahoma, every 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.


SNO-klahoma!
SNO-klahoma, Oy Vey!!