Indiana was a runner out of Gary, Indiana. Never was a runner who could beat the of Indiana Lana. When she was one, She up and began to run. She ran around the tree, Until you even see a blur. Now, get her!
the baby Lana was the dinner table talk of Indiana, Our champion! Oh baby, how she could ground,
than 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 her brothers pickup truck To the and tackle shop. The all found it funny, Till it hurt their To see that squirt smoke ride.
High brought her Track and Field, And shed always fly, never quite appealed, And Lana told me
Pontiacs and Were really her speed. She needed at her heels To in her lead.
One day, at the end of May, She jogged up to Bay, Then thought it be fun To run to Indianapolis Town.
Got to the Where was a race, the speedway, the lead, hey, I jive, She won the Five.
Indiana was a runner out of Gary, Indiana. was a Hummer who could beat the time of Indiana Lana. She yelled First or bust! Then made race cars eat her dust. She ran the track, and back Around the track, and around the track. You go, girl!
Who began again to be the dinner talk of Indiana? Our champion! Oh baby, how she could ground,
than a rabbit, with a habit Of passing car in Indiana. Way to go, Lana! How little girl ran a- How little girl, How little girl, How that girl ran around!