I just married a Mongol
We ride the wind-blown Steppes
I long for California
Where all the girls drink Schwepes.

I just married a Mongol
We ride the sun-lit plains
I ache from yak-back riding
Enduring saddle pains.

I just married a Mongol
I wear a yak-wool shirt
I spend the deep snow winters
Making yogurt in our yurt.

I just married a Mongol
I hate these ancient Steppes
I long for California
Where all the girls drink Schwepes!

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