The Whole of Iowa

el and i was doin' iowa,
biker rally, with races run.
rest of the crew had all the shade,
leavin' el and i the sun.

gettin' rowdy in the campground,
between events of fun.
some ole boys was on four wheelers,
and thru the corn they'd run.

i looked at el, and she at me,
saying, 'get on you s.o.b.'
and if jack daniels has a face,
it was lit with evil glee.

el turned over and with a roar,
we exploded into view,
encouraged by some curses,
***hole and ****head to name a few.

well, we made a bunch of passes,
they lined up to watch us go.
we only stopped to grab a beer,
then.... on with the show.

the second set was goin' good,
when the whole of iowa appeared.
i thought el and i were china bound,
so i went for another gear.

when i came to, spittin' sand and burrs,
and el across my knee,
they helped us up and doctored me,
by rippin' off my sleeve.

the moral of the story?
don't drink you fool and drive,
unless of course you happen to know,
when the whole of iowa arrives.