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(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
We is screamin` through the valley Where the Nishnabotna flows Through the mud and crud and cornfields Where the mari-ju-wana grows `Cross the railroad tracks of Persia Down the hills and up the dale Had a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive And Smokey on my tail.
Well, he picked me up at exit 12 On the I-six-eighty ramp I was doin` 67 per When I rumbled through his trap He commenced to whirl his flashin` lights And he made his siren wail I slipped on down to four-wheel drive With Smokey on my tail
Now I got racin` stripes and dual pipes And Smokey`s got a Ford Got a mill with a four pot carb, you know But Smokey`s stroked and bored Well, the chase was on, but I had the edge With a rig that`ll never fail Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive And Smokey on my tail
Yeah, he was.
Well, I dropped on down to granny low And I made a hard right turn My big ol` fat Commando tires Went slashin` through the corn Well, the tassels blew And the kernels flew And it looked like yella hail Just cookin` alive in a four-wheel drive With Smokey on my tail
Well, we went screamin` through the valley Where the Nishnabotna flows Through the mud and crud and cornfields Where the mari-ju-wana grows `Cross the railroad tracks of Persia Up the hills and down the dales My CJ-5 with four-wheel drive And Smokey on my tail.
[Imagine a series of comic-style thought balloons.]
Look out, now. Here he come.
Oh, we gonna get it on now.
(Don`t hit that fella with the banjo.)
We gonna swim this here creek now, Smokey. [Pronounced "crick", of course.]
Yard wide and a foot deep.
"Nishnabota River", they call it.
Might haveta winch out.
Gonna do a wheelie on that there gopher mound now, Smokey.
Can you dig it, Smokey?
Got four on the floor and four in the air on that one, didn`t we?
Goodness gracious. `Bout ta bust my shocks.
[Back to our regularly-scheduled rhyming. Add the sound of wailing sirens.]
Well, that Jeep of mine made Smokey whine His rig was made of lead He was mired in fourteen feet of mud So he radioed ahead I pulled up onto the blacktop Went crashin` on through the rail Sakes alive! I had twenty-five more Smokeys on my tail!
Now I had racin` stripes and dual pipes And Smokey had a Ford Had a mill with a four pot carb, you know But Smokey`s stroked and bored Well, the race was on, but I had the edge With a rig that`ll never fail Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive Settin` out back a` the jail
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