Baby, You’re My Wisconsin

1.
Your kisses, like the waves at Little Sister Bay
Your bosom, like Devil’s Lake, is where I lay
Your embrace: a squeeze ‘tween Mendota & Monona
Who can even compare? They’re full of Cudahy bologna

Chorus:

Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring
Come around and begin again
Baby, you’re my Wisconsin!
Baby, you’re my Wisconsin!

2.

I don’t mind it when you say, “You betcha”
Wanna wear just green & gold? Baby, I’ll let ya
Your perfume of Leinie’s, and cheese, and rivers,
Fish frys, and pines, Darling, gives me the shivers

Chorus

3.

You’re where Illinoisans can only visit and cry
Baby, you’re where Canadians go when they die
Minnesota & Michigan: your ugly sisters
If Illinois departed, Sugar, I wouldn’t miss her (But...)

Chorus

Bridge:

Baby, this ain’t no metaphor
(Darling, that’s what poems are for):
Wisconsin, you’re my Wisconsin

4.

Your kisses, like the waves at Little Sister Bay
Your bosom, like Devil’s Lake, is where I lay
Your embrace: a squeeze ‘tween Mendota & Monona
Who can even compare? They’re full of Cudahy bologna