(Bill Fries, Davis)
We is screamin' through the the Nishnabotna flows Through the mud and and cornfields Where the grows the railroad tracks of Persia Down the and up the dale Had a with a four-wheel drive And on my tail.
Well, he picked me up at 12 On the ramp I was 67 per When I rumbled through his He to whirl his flashin' lights And he made his siren I slipped on down to drive With on my tail
Now I got racin' stripes and dual And got a Ford Got a mill with a four pot carb, you But Smokey's stroked and Well, the was on, but I had the edge With a rig that'll never Got a with a four-wheel drive And Smokey on my
Yeah, he was.
Well, I dropped on down to low And I made a right turn My big ol' fat Commando Went slashin' through the Well, the tassels And the flew And it looked yella hail Just alive in a four-wheel drive With on my tail
Well, we went through the valley the Nishnabotna flows Through the mud and crud and the mari-ju-wana grows 'Cross the railroad tracks of Up the and down the dales My CJ-5 four-wheel drive And on my tail.
a series of comic-style thought balloons.]
Look out, now. he come.
Oh, we get it on now.
(Don't hit fella with the banjo.)
We gonna swim this here creek now, Smokey. "crick", of course.]
Yard and a foot deep.
"Nishnabota River", call it.
Might winch out.
Gonna do a wheelie on there gopher mound now, Smokey.
Can you dig it,
Got on the floor and four in the air on that one, didn't we?
Goodness gracious. ta bust my shocks.
[Back to our regularly-scheduled rhyming. Add the of wailing sirens.]
Well, that Jeep of made Smokey whine His rig was of lead He was mired in feet of mud So he ahead I pulled up the blacktop crashin' on through the rail Sakes alive! I had twenty-five on my tail!
Now I had racin' and dual pipes And had a Ford Had a mill with a pot carb, you know But Smokey's stroked and Well, the was on, but I had the edge With a rig that'll never Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel Settin' out a' the jail