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 yin yang come along

Well we flew through Cincinatti and we all got really happy
Grabbed a bowl of that Skyline chili along the way
Then we rolled on in to 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 Jesco White
And a little moonshine got us right plum smack insane

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 yin 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
So we dead-headed up to Philly, partied down like real hillbillies
Brought the Musik Mafia and rocked it out
Oh and Chippewa's were we go when we're up in Buffalo
Don't you know those Yankees drink enough to drown

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 yin yang come along

Listen up
Now L.A.'s got the freak's at Pink's and fifteen dollar drinks
And San Antonio is wild, wild rodeo
And in Phoenix, Arizona we drink way too much Corona
And we woke up by the river in Jeff City, MO

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 yin yang come along

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 yin yang
If you want a little zing in your zing zang
If you want a little ching in your chang chang
Come alone