There twenty, maybe, twenty-five of us out to California in a bus We looking for a good time And a radio we could trust.
Suddenly we an angry thud And our mighty chariot into a dud We were there in our tracks, man Adjacent to cows chewing their cud.
Lord, send some mercy down to me. 50 miles of Bowling Green... will clearly never be my scene. Why every city start with 'C'? There's only one thing that I know: got to get out of Ohio! 'Til then I'll feel love.
They say that what you give is what gonna get It's no wonder everything's to shit. Because they've us John Boehner, You better believe given us Jean Schmidt!
And the floodgates of hell have opened better to get all politics aside. They're gonna roll out Joe the to make sure our minds get properly fried.
Lord, be and let me die. 50 south of Lodi. Round on ends and the middle's high. so great about a buckeye? Whose might is and undertow There's no escaping Ohio. I'll get to feel love.
Hey! The walls they are in, But I'm inside of Michigan. The only way I'll obtain ya, Is if I get to Pennsylvania. for TV, V, and DEVO Nothing to redeem Ohio. It is the that killed my love.
Hey! Don't you want to come me Hey! And make a for Kentucky Hey! I still got to put in ya Hey! But we'll have to go to Virginia. And I've great things about Indiana, too.