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 ying yang come along
Well we flew through Cincinnati and we all got really happy
Grabbed a bowl of that skyline chili along the way
Then we rolled on into Canton scared the hell out of Marilyn Manson
And the party started happenin', hey hey hey
Then in the middle of a Charleston night, we ran into Jessica White
And a little moonshine got us right plumb smack insane
And 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 ying yang come along
Well we broke down in Greenville in the middle of a hayfield
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 Music Mafia and rocked it out
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 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 ying yang come along, come along
Listen up
Now LA's got the freaks at Pinks and 15 dollar drinks
And San Antonio is a wild wild rodeo
And in Phoenix, Arizona we drank way too much Corona
And we woke up by the river in Jeff City, MO
And 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 ying yang come along
Yeah, yeah
We're comin' to your city
We're 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 ying yang
If you want a little zing in your zang zang
If you want a little ting in your tang tang
Come along, come along, come along, come along
Yeah, we're comin' to your city