There twenty, maybe, twenty-five of us out to California in a bus We were looking for a good And a radio we could trust.
Suddenly we heard an thud And our mighty turned into a dud We were there in our tracks, man Adjacent to some cows chewing cud.
Lord, send some mercy down to me. 50 miles south of Green... This clearly never be my scene. Why does city start with 'C'? only one sure thing that I know: got to get out of Ohio! 'Til then I'll feel love.
They say that what you give is you're gonna get It's no everything's gone to shit. Because they've given us Boehner, You better they've given us Jean Schmidt!
And the floodgates of hell have wide It's better to get all aside. gonna roll out Joe the Plumber Just to sure our minds get properly fried.
Lord, be and let me die. 50 south of Lodi. Round on ends and the middle's high. What's so about a buckeye? Whose might is riptide and There's no from Ohio. I'll get to feel love.
Hey! The walls are closing in, But I'm just of Michigan. The way that I'll obtain ya, Is if I get to Pennsylvania. Except for TV, V, and Nothing seems to Ohio. It is the state that my love.
Hey! you want to come with me Hey! And make a for Kentucky Hey! I got something to put in ya Hey! But we'll to go to West Virginia. And I've great things about Indiana, too.