Indiana was a runner out of Gary, Indiana. Never was a runner who could beat the time of Lana. she was only one, She jumped up and 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 cover ground,
Quicker a rabbit , with a habit Of passing car in Indiana. Way to go, Lana! How little girl ran around.
she started movin, Couldnt stop. She raced her brothers pickup To the bait and shop. The all found it funny, Till it their pride To see squirt smoke everybodys ride.
High brought her Track and Field, And shed always fly, Something never appealed, And Lana told me
and Oldsmobiles Were really her speed. She horsepower at her heels To in her lead.
One day, at the end of May, She up to Thunder Bay, Then 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 time of Lana. She yelled First or bust! Then made those cars eat her dust. She ran around the track, and Around the track, and around the track. You go, girl!
Who began again to be the dinner table of Indiana? Our champion! Oh baby, how she could ground,
Quicker than a rabbit, with a Of every car in Indiana. Way to go, Lana! How little girl ran a- How little girl, How little girl, How little girl ran around!