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