When it's Winter time in Indiana,
And the gentle breezes blow,
About seventy miles an hour
And it's twenty-two below.
You can tell you're in Indiana
'cause the snow's up to your butt,
And you take a breath of Winter air
And your nose holes both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around,
I could NEVER leave Indiana,
cause my Goldwing's frozen to the ground.