Highway to Kentucky

OEA!

I’m doin’ 95, destination Bluegrass State
I’m heading straight towards, this man of awful taste
There’s Flint, Don Everly, and good ol’ Bill Monroe
The true king of bluegrass put up one hell of a show
But none of that matters, nor refers to him
So let’s ride the highway, and let’s go get things grim

Highway to Kentuckyyyyyyy!
Highway to Kentuckyyyyyyy!
Highway to Kentucky, Highway to Kentucky-tucky!
Let’s go to Kentuckyyyyy!
and beat up Billy Ray!
And-beat-up-BIL-LY-RAY! OEA!

As I finally arrive, I pull up in his lane
I’ve hunt the bastard down, his music is a pain
And when I break his heart, his achy breaky heart
I’m gonna break that ugly nose too
To end those “lovely” lyrics
And ban commercial tunes
No more cheesy country hits for you!

Highway to Kentuckyyyyyyy!
Highway to Kentuckyyyyyyy!
Highway to Kentucky, Highway to Kentucky-tucky!
Let’s go to Kentuckyyyyy!
and beat up Billy Ray!
And-beat-up-BIL-LY-RAY! OEA!

bluemoon