We was screamin' through the valley where the Nishnabotna flows Through the mud and crud and cornfields where the marijuana grows 'Cross the railroad tracks at Persia, down the hills and up the dale Had a CJ5 with a four-wheel drive and Smokey on my tail Well, he picked me up at exit 12, on the I-680 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 CJ5 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 yellow 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 marijuana grows 'Cross the railroad tracks at Persia, up the hills and down the dale My CJ5 with four-wheel drive and Smokey on my tail Look out, now, here he come Oh, we gonna get it on now Don't hit that fella with the banjo We're gonna swim this here creek now, Smokey Yard wide and a foot deep Nishnabotna river, they call it Might have to 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 to bust my shocks Well, that Jeep of mine made Smokey whine, his rig was made of lead He was mired in 14 feet of mud, so he radioed ahead I pulled up onto the blacktop, went crashin' on through the rail Sakes alive, I had 25 more, Smokey's 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 CJ5 with a four-wheel drive settin' out back of the jail

All the mustangs givin' up, this race is not All that night I'm packing up, Wyoming highs Kissing, touching, making out, my endless lies Driving down Montana way, high in the skies Na na na na na, na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na Aa Uuu Living without a soul Trippin' on a hole Nada nada nada nada Holy cow, living with the horses now, oh wow All the mustangs givin' up, this race is not All that night I'm packing up, Wyoming heights Kissing, touching, making out, my endless lies Driving down Montana way, high in disguise Kissing, touching, making out, my endless lies Driving down Montana way, high in disguise Na na na na na, na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na