Big & Rich

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 Jessco 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, Jeff City, MO
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