Indiana Lana was a 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 the apple tree, Until you couldnt see a blur. Now, get her!
Soon the baby Lana was the dinner table of Indiana, Our champion! Oh baby, how she could ground,
Quicker than a rabbit , with a Of passing car in Indiana. Way to go, Lana! How that girl ran around.
she started movin, Couldnt stop. She her brothers pickup truck To the and tackle shop. The boys all it funny, Till it their pride To see squirt smoke everybodys ride.
High school brought her and Field, And though always fly, never quite appealed, And Lana me why:
Pontiacs and Were really 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 down to Town.
Got to the there was a race, the speedway, the lead, hey, I jive, She won the Five.
Lana was a runner out of Gary, Indiana. Never was a Hummer who beat the time of Indiana Lana. She yelled First or bust! Then made those cars eat her dust. She ran the track, and back the track, and back around the track. You go, girl!
Who began again to be the dinner table talk of Our champion! Oh baby, how she cover ground,
Quicker a rabbit, with a habit Of every car in Indiana. Way to go, Lana! How little girl ran a- How little girl, How little girl, How that little ran around!