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 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,
Quicker than a , with a habit Of every car in Indiana. Way to go, Lana! How that girl ran around.
she started movin, Couldnt stop. She raced her brothers pickup To the bait and shop. The all found it funny, it hurt their pride To see that smoke everybodys ride.
High school brought her and Field, And shed always fly, Something never appealed, And Lana me why:
and Oldsmobiles Were really her speed. She horsepower at her heels To in her lead.
One day, at the end of May, She jogged up to 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 Lana was a out of Gary, Indiana. Never was a Hummer who could beat the of Indiana Lana. She yelled place or bust! Then made those 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 table 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 that girl, How that girl, How that girl ran around!