Then in the middle of a Charleston night, we ran into Jessica White
Well we broke down in Greenville in the middle of a hayfield
We're comin' to your city
And a little moonshine got us right plumb smack insane
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner
And Chippewa's where we go when we're up in Buffalo
If you want a little ting in your tang tang
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner
And if you want a little bang in your ying yang come along
Yeah we're comin' to your city
We're gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
And if you want a little bang in your ying yang come along
Listen up
But a Bud Light truck pulled up and helped us out
And we're comin' to your city
And if you want a little bang in your ying yang
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
Grabbed a bowl of that skyline chili along the way
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner
Yeah, yeah
And in Phoenix, Arizona we drank way too much Corona
Then we rolled on into Canton scared the hell out of Marilyn Manson
Brought the Music Mafia and rocked it out
Don't you know those Yankees drink enough to drown?
Come along, come along, come along, come along
If you want a little zing in your zang zang
And San Antonio is a wild wild rodeo
Now LA's got the freaks at Pinks and 15 dollar drinks
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner
And the party started happenin', hey hey hey
Well we flew through Cincinnati and we all got really happy
And we woke up by the river in Jeff City, MO
And we're comin' to your city
And if you want a little bang in your ying yang come along
And if you want a little bang in your ying yang come along, come along
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
So we dead headed up to Philly, partied down like real hillbillies
