Four Wheel Drive lyrics

(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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