(Bill Fries, Davis)
We is screamin' through the the Nishnabotna flows Through the mud and crud and Where the grows 'Cross the railroad tracks of Down the hills and up the Had a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive And on my tail.
Well, he me up at exit 12 On the ramp I was 67 per When I through his trap He commenced to whirl his flashin' And he his siren wail I slipped on to four-wheel drive With on my tail
Now I got racin' stripes and pipes And Smokey's got a Got a mill with a pot carb, you know But Smokey's stroked and Well, the chase was on, but I had the a rig that'll never fail Got a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive And on my tail
Yeah, he was.
Well, I on down to granny low And I made a hard turn My big ol' fat tires Went slashin' through the Well, the blew And the kernels And it looked like hail Just cookin' alive in a drive With Smokey on my
Well, we screamin' through the valley the Nishnabotna flows Through the mud and crud and Where the grows 'Cross the railroad of Persia Up the hills and the dales My CJ-5 with drive And on my tail.
[Imagine a series of comic-style balloons.]
Look out, now. he come.
Oh, we get it on now.
(Don't hit fella with the banjo.)
We gonna swim this creek now, Smokey. [Pronounced "crick", of course.]
Yard wide and a deep.
"Nishnabota River", call it.
Might winch out.
Gonna do a wheelie on there gopher mound now, Smokey.
Can you dig it,
Got four on the floor and four in the air on one, didn't we?
gracious. 'Bout ta bust my shocks.
[Back to our regularly-scheduled rhyming. Add the sound of sirens.]
Well, that Jeep of made Smokey whine His rig was of lead He was in fourteen feet of mud So he radioed I up onto the blacktop Went crashin' on the rail Sakes alive! I had more on my tail!
Now I had racin' stripes and dual And Smokey had a Had a mill with a four pot carb, you But Smokey's stroked and Well, the race was on, but I had the With a rig that'll never Got a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive Settin' out a' the jail