Electric Six

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 your 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 givin’ us Jean Schmidt!
And the floodgates of Hell have opened wide,
It's a bad idea, all politics aside,
To go and roll out Joe the Plumber,
Just to make sure our minds get properly fried