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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 SongtexteWe'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 Aus Songtexte Mania