There were twenty, maybe, of us out to California in a bus We were for a good time And a station we could trust.
Suddenly we heard an angry And our mighty turned 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 south of Green... This will clearly be my scene. Why every city start with 'C'? There's only one sure thing I know: got to get out of Ohio! 'Til then I'll feel love.
They say that you give is what you're gonna get no wonder everything's gone to shit. Because given us John Boehner, You better they've given us Jean Schmidt!
And the floodgates of hell opened wide better to get all politics aside. They're roll out Joe the Plumber Just to make sure our get properly fried.
Lord, be and let me die. 50 south of Lodi. Round on both ends and the high. What's so about a buckeye? Whose might is and undertow There's no escaping Ohio. I'll never get to love.
Hey! The walls are closing in, But I'm just of Michigan. The only way I'll obtain ya, Is if I get to Pennsylvania. Except for TV, V, and seems to redeem Ohio. It is the that killed my love.
Hey! Don't you want to with me Hey! And make a for Kentucky Hey! I got something to put in ya Hey! But we'll have to go to Virginia. And heard great things about Indiana, too.