Oh, give me a cone where the cars and trucks roam
Where the street work goes day after day
Where often is heard an offensive swear word
And the traffic's stalled every which way
Cones, cones on the road
Making detours necessary each day
Our streets are so bumpy
But repairs make us grumpy
And we gripe cause there's cones in our way
People say Wichita's got the worst streets of all
It's like driving on a washboard we say
But when new pavement's poured
Those orange cones are abhorred
We go cussing and fussing all day
Cones, cones on the road
Making detours necessary each day
Our streets are so bumpy
But repairs make us grumpy
And we gripe cause there's cones in our way
