Indiana was a runner out of Gary, Indiana. was a runner who could beat the time of Indiana Lana. When she was one, She jumped up and to run. She ran the apple tree, Until you couldnt see a blur. Now, get her!
Soon the baby Lana was the table talk of Indiana, Our champion! Oh baby, how she cover ground,
Quicker a rabbit , with a habit Of every car in Indiana. Way to go, Lana! How that little ran around.
Once she movin, hardly stop. She raced her brothers truck To the bait and shop. The boys all it funny, Till it hurt their To see that squirt everybodys ride.
High brought her Track and Field, And though always fly, never quite appealed, And told me why:
Pontiacs and Were more her speed. She needed horsepower at her To in her lead.
One day, at the end of May, She jogged up to Bay, thought it might be fun To run to Indianapolis Town.
Got to the there was a race, the speedway, the lead, hey, I jive, She won the Five.
Indiana was a runner out of Gary, Indiana. Never was a Hummer who could beat the of Indiana Lana. She yelled place or bust! made those race cars eat her dust. She ran the track, and back the track, and back around the track. You go, girl!
Who again to be the dinner table talk of Indiana? Our champion! Oh baby, how she cover ground,
Quicker than a rabbit, a habit Of passing car in Indiana. Way to go, Lana! How little girl ran a- How little girl, How that girl, How that girl ran around!