There were twenty, maybe, of us out to California in a bus We looking for a good time And a radio station we trust.
Suddenly we heard an thud And our mighty chariot turned a dud We stopped there in our tracks, man Adjacent to cows chewing their cud.
Lord, please some mercy down to me. 50 miles of Bowling Green... This clearly never be my scene. Why does every city with 'C'? There's only one sure thing that I got to get out of Ohio! 'Til then never feel love.
They say that what you give is what you're get It's no wonder everything's to shit. Because they've given us Boehner, You better believe they've given us Schmidt!
And the floodgates of hell opened wide It's to get all politics aside. They're 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 both ends and the high. What's so about a buckeye? Whose might is and undertow There's no escaping Ohio. I'll get to feel love.
Hey! The walls are closing in, But I'm inside of Michigan. The way that I'll obtain ya, Is if I get to Pennsylvania. for TV, V, and DEVO Nothing seems to Ohio. It is the that killed my love.
Hey! you want to come with me Hey! And a break for Kentucky Hey! I still got to put in ya Hey! But have to go to West Virginia. And I've heard great about Indiana, too.