leaving, in the happy honda

All my bags are packed. (Well minus my blow dryer)

I'm ready to go. (Ok, I guess I probably should vacuum)

I'm standing here outside my door. (It's freezing! And you wonder why I'm moving south)

I hate to wake you up Wisconsin to say goodbye. (Because I realize after a Packer win, even in the pre-season, on Monday you could still be hungover)

But the Chicago traffic, it could be sheer torture

The Illinois drivers are waiting, they're blowing their horns,

Already, I'm so lonesome (only for the Spotted Cow, Von Stiehl wine and cheese curds) I could die.

So kiss me (no beer breath please)

And smile for me

Tell me that you'll wait for me (with a glass of Leinie's in hand)

Hold me like you'll never let me go (except at 1:30 p.m. you really must let me go. Southern Charmer's orders)

Cause I'm leavin

In the Happy Honda

Don't know when I'll be back again (perhaps when my Wisconsin wine supply runs)

Oh Wisconsin, I really am ridiculously excited to go....