Well, we`re comin` to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We`ll all be flyin` higher than a jet airliner
And if you wanna little bang in your ying-yang, come along
Well we flew through Cincinnati, and we all got really happy
Grabbed a bowl of that skyline chilli along the way
Then we rolled on into Canton, scared the hell out of Marylin Manson,
And the party started happenin`, hey, hey, hey
And in the middle of a Charleston night, we ran into Jessica White,
And a little moonshine got us right plum smack insane
And we`re comin` to your city
Gonna play our guitars an` sing you a country song
We`ll all be flyin` higher than a jet airliner
And if you wanna little bang in your ying-yang, come along
Well, we broke down in Greenville in the middle of a hay field,
But a Bud Light truck pulled up and helped us out
So we dead-headed up to Philly, partied down like real hillbillies,
Brought the Muzikmafia and rocked it out
Oh, and Chippewa`s where we go when we`re up in Buffalo
Don`t you know, those Yankees drink enough to drown
Yeah, we`re comin` to your city
Gonna play our guitars an` sing you a country song
We`ll all be flyin` higher than a jet airliner
And if you wanna little bang in your ying-yang, come along,
Come along
Instrumental break.
Listen up:
Now, LA`s got the freaks and finks and fifteen dollar drinks
And San Antonio is a wild, wild rodeo
And in Pheonix, Arizona, we drink way too much Corona,
And we woke up by the river, just sittin` low
And we`re comin` to your city
Gonna play our guitars an` sing you a country song
We`ll all be flyin` higher than a jet airliner
And if you wanna little bang in your ying-yang, come along
Yeah, yeah, we`re comin` to your city
We`re gonna play our guitars an` sing you a country song
We`ll all be flyin` higher than a jet airliner
And if you wanna little bang in your ying-yang
If you wanna little zing in your zang-zang
If you wanna little ching in your chang-chang, come along
Come along
Come along
Come along
Yeah, we`re comin` to your city