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 pied-a-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