Poor Southbound Annie,
There's a dustbowl a'brewin'!
Sure to rattle all yer cattle,
All your crops will soon be ruined.

I know that |'m a city man-child.
I know you grew up taming the wild.
But the storm has been upgraded from mild.
It looks like trouble,
Gonna turn us to rubble.

Ahhh Southbound Annie,
There's a hurricane coming.
Ahhh, Southbound Annie,
Forget them pies in the oven.

Soft Southbound Annie,
There's a twister on the horizon.
Gonna knock ya for a loop, girl,
You won't stop bouncin' til Wisconsin!

It's true,
I've yet to hatchet a hen.
Milk a cow,
Don't know a weed from a stem
Bleating goats seem to have better sense.
Point yer feeties east and flee your filthy pen.

Ahhh, Southbound Annie,
There's a hurricane coming!
Ahhh, Southbound Annie,
The hitchhikers soon to be thumbing.

It'll kill ya, Annie,
One of nature's deadliest forces.
Run fast, Southbound Annie!
Sidestep them stampeding horses.

Ahhh, Southbound Annie,
There's a hurricane coming!
Ahhh, Southbound Annie,
The grangers have got to be bumming.

It'll kill ya, Annie,
Tornados'll make you feel tiny.
Run daft, Southbound Annie.
You'll tumble hat over heinie.