There twenty, maybe, twenty-five of us Drivin' out to in a bus We were for a good time And a station we could trust.
Suddenly we heard an thud And our chariot turned into a dud We stopped there in our tracks, man Adjacent to some chewing their cud.
Lord, please send mercy down to me. 50 south of Bowling Green... will clearly never be my scene. Why does city start with 'C'? There's 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 what you're get It's no wonder everything's to shit. they've given us John Boehner, You better they've given us Jean Schmidt!
And the floodgates of hell have opened It's 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 miles of Lodi. Round on ends and the middle's high. so great about a buckeye? Whose might is riptide and There's no escaping Ohio. I'll get to feel love.
Hey! The they are closing in, But I'm inside of Michigan. The only way that I'll ya, Is if I get to Pennsylvania. for TV, V, and DEVO Nothing seems to Ohio. It is the state killed my love.
Hey! you want to come with 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 heard great about Indiana, too.