There were twenty, maybe, of us Drivin' out to in a bus We were for a good time And a radio station we trust.
Suddenly we an angry thud And our chariot turned into a dud We were stopped in our tracks, man Adjacent to some cows their cud.
Lord, send some mercy down to me. 50 south of Bowling Green... will clearly never be my scene. Why does city start with 'C'? There's only one sure that I know: got to get out of Ohio! 'Til then never feel love.
They say that what you give is what gonna get It's no everything's gone to shit. they've given us John Boehner, You better believe given us Jean Schmidt!
And the floodgates of hell have wide It's better to get all aside. They're gonna out Joe the Plumber Just to make our minds get properly fried.
Lord, be and let me die. 50 south of Lodi. Round on both and the middle's high. What's so great about a Whose is riptide and undertow no escaping from Ohio. I'll never get to 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 that killed my love.
Hey! Don't you want to come me Hey! And a break 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.