There were twenty, maybe, twenty-five of us Drivin' out to California in a bus We were looking for a good time And a radio station we could trust Suddenly we heard an angry thud And our mighty chariot turned into a dud We were stopped there in our tracks, man Adjacent to some cows chewing their cud Lord, please send some mercy down to me (50 miles south of Bowling Green) This will clearly never be my scene (Why does every city start with 'C'?) There's only one sure thing that I know I've got to get out of Ohio Till then I'll never feel love They say that what you give is what you're gonna get It's no wonder everything's gone to shit Because they've given us John Boehner And you better believe they've given us chicken shit And the floodgates of hell have opened wide It's better to get all politics aside They're gonna roll out Joe the Plumber Just to make sure our minds get properly fried Lord, be merciful and let me die (50 miles south of Lodi) Round on both ends and the middle's high What's so great about a buckeye? Whose might is riptide and undertow There's no escaping from Ohio I'll never get to feel love Hey The walls they are closing in But I'm just inside of Michigan The only way that I'll obtain ya Is if I get over to Pennsylvania Except for GBV and Devo Nothing seems to redeem Ohio It is the state that killed my love Hey Don't you want to come with me Hey And make a break for Kentucky Hey I still got something to put in ya Hey But we'll have to go to West Virginia And I've heard great things about Indiana, too