Headed for Nome with a wag of their tongues The run up to Front Street's a thousand miles long Midst all the cheers in the Anchorage sun Sixteen pretty sled dogs get ready to run
In the spirit of Balto and Seppala's team We go for adventure, the good mushin' dream Just like January, 1925 When dogs ran together to save human lives
And it's all that we live for, it's all that we know And it's all that our dreams have become And the calls of the mushers are songs of the soul And the hearts of all dog-sleddin' bums Iditarod, Iditarod.