I met the bee-atch on a Sunday and my heart stood still <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br />Somebody told me that her name was Jill <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br /> <br />GPS, my heart stood still <br />GPS, her name was Jill <br />And when she tracked me to Nome <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br /> <br />I knew what she was mushin' when she caught my eye <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br />She ran so quit, but my oh my <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br /> <br />GPS, she caught my eye <br />GPS, my oh my <br />And when she tracked me to Nome <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br /> <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br /> <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br /> <br />Packed me up at seven and she looked so fine <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br />Someday soon, I'm gonna make her mine <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br /> <br />GPS, she looked so fine <br />GPS, I made her mine <br />And when she tracked me to Nome <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br /> <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod <br />Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod<br /><br />Joe Rosochacki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/iditarod-rod-rod-they-do-rod-rod-sung-to-the-tune-they-do-run-run-they-do-run-run/
