(Bill Fries, Davis)
We is through the valley Where the Nishnabotna Through the mud and and cornfields Where the mari-ju-wana the railroad tracks of Persia Down the hills and up the Had a CJ-5 with a four-wheel And on my tail.
Well, he picked me up at 12 On the ramp I was 67 per When I rumbled his trap He commenced to whirl his lights And he his siren wail I slipped on down to four-wheel Smokey on my tail
Now I got racin' stripes and pipes And Smokey's got a Got a with a four pot carb, you know But Smokey's and bored Well, the was on, but I had the edge With a rig that'll fail Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel And Smokey on my
Yeah, he was.
Well, I dropped on down to low And I made a hard right My big ol' fat Commando Went through the corn Well, the tassels And the flew And it looked like yella Just alive in a four-wheel drive Smokey on my tail
Well, we went screamin' through the Where the flows Through the mud and and cornfields the mari-ju-wana grows 'Cross the railroad tracks of Up the hills and down the 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 that fella the banjo.)
We swim this here creek now, Smokey. [Pronounced "crick", of course.]
Yard wide and a deep.
"Nishnabota River", they it.
Might winch out.
Gonna do a on that there gopher mound now, Smokey.
Can you dig it,
Got four on the 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 sound of sirens.]
Well, that Jeep of made Smokey whine His rig was made of He was mired in feet of mud So he radioed I up onto the blacktop Went on through the rail Sakes alive! I had twenty-five on my tail!
Now I had racin' stripes and pipes And Smokey had a Had a mill with a pot carb, you know But Smokey's and bored Well, the race was on, but I had the With a rig that'll never Got a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive out back a' the jail