Oregon is bad
Stop it if you can
Here it comes, here it comes
Now it's after you
Flee to some place new
Run away, run away
From the penthouse to the prison
To the humble pied-terre
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

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