Comin' To Your City

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 want a 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 chili along the way Then we rolled on into Canton scared the hell out of Marilyn Manson And the party started happenin', hey hey hey Then in the middle of a Charleston night, we ran into Jessica White And a little moonshine got us right plumb smack insane And 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 want a little bang in your ying yang come along Well we broke down in Greenville in the middle of a hayfield 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 Music Mafia and rocked it out 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 and sing you a country song We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner And if you want a little bang in your ying yang come along, come along Listen up Now LA's got the freaks at Pinks and 15 dollar drinks And San Antonio is a wild wild rodeo And in Phoenix, Arizona we drank way too much Corona And we woke up by the river in Jeff City, MO And 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 want a little bang in your ying yang come along Yeah, yeah We're comin' to your city We're gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner And if you want a little bang in your ying yang If you want a little zing in your zang zang If you want a little ting in your tang tang Come along, come along, come along, come along Yeah, we're comin' to your city