There were twenty, maybe, twenty-five of us
Drivin' out to
California in a bus
We were looking for a good time
And a radio station we could trust.
Suddenly we heard an angry thud
And our mighty chariot turned into a dud
We were stopped there in our tracks, man
Adjacent to some cows chewing their cud.
Lord, please send some mercy down to me.50 miles south of
Bowling Green...
This will clearly never be my scene.
Why does every city start with '
C'?There's only one sure thing that
I know:I've got to get out of
Ohio!'Til then
I'll never feel love.
They say that what you give is what you're gonna get
It's no wonder everything's gone to ****.
Because they've given us
John Boehner,
You better believe they've given us
Jean Schmidt!
And the floodgates of hell have opened wide
It's better to get all politics aside.
They're gonna roll out
Joe the Plumber
Just to make sure our minds get properly fried.
Lord, be merciful and let me die.50 miles south of
Lodi.Round on both ends and the middle's high.
What's so great about a buckeye?
Whose might is riptide and undertow
There's no escaping from
Ohio.I'll never get to feel love.
Hey!The walls they are closing in,
But I'm just inside of
Michigan.The only way that
I'll obtain ya,
Is if I get over to
Pennsylvania.
Except for
TV, V, and
DEVONothing seems to redeem
Ohio.It is the state that killed my love.
Hey!Don't you want to come with me
Hey!And make a break for
KentuckyHey!
I still got something to put in ya
Hey!But we'll have to go to
West Virginia.
And I've heard great things about
Indiana, too.