They Might Be Giants Oregon
Oregon is bad
Stop it if you can
Here it comes
Here it comes
Now it's after you
Flee to someplace new
Run away
Run away
From the penthouse to the prison
To the humble piedáterre
Are they taking up the cry
In the brothel
In the castle
On the crowded boulevard
Do they sing the dreadful words
Oregon is bad
Stop it if you can
Here it comes
Here it comes
Oregon is bad
Stop it if you can
Run away
Run away
