(Bill Fries, Davis)
We is screamin' through the Where the Nishnabotna Through the mud and crud and Where the grows the railroad tracks of Persia Down the hills and up the Had a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive And on my tail.
Well, he picked me up at 12 On the ramp I was 67 per When I through his trap He commenced to his flashin' lights And he made his siren I slipped on down to drive Smokey on my tail
Now I got racin' stripes and dual And got a Ford Got a with a four pot carb, you know But Smokey's stroked and Well, the chase was on, but I had the With a rig that'll fail Got a with a four-wheel drive And on my tail
Yeah, he was.
Well, I dropped on to granny low And I a hard right turn My big ol' fat Commando slashin' through the corn Well, the tassels And the flew And it like yella hail cookin' alive in a four-wheel drive With Smokey on my
Well, we screamin' through the valley Where the Nishnabotna the mud and crud and cornfields Where the grows 'Cross the railroad of Persia Up the hills and down the My with four-wheel drive And on my tail.
[Imagine a of comic-style thought balloons.]
Look out, now. he come.
Oh, we get it on now.
(Don't hit that with the banjo.)
We gonna this here creek now, Smokey. [Pronounced "crick", of course.]
wide and a foot deep.
"Nishnabota River", they it.
Might winch out.
do a wheelie on that there gopher mound now, Smokey.
Can you dig it,
Got four on the floor and four in the air on one, didn't we?
Goodness gracious. ta bust my shocks.
[Back to our regularly-scheduled rhyming. Add the of wailing sirens.]
Well, that of mine made Smokey whine His rig was made of He was mired in feet of mud So he ahead I pulled up the blacktop crashin' on through the rail Sakes alive! I had more on my tail!
Now I had racin' and dual pipes And Smokey had a Had a with a four pot carb, you know But stroked and bored Well, the race was on, but I had the With a rig that'll fail Got a CJ-5 with a drive Settin' out a' the jail