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