I had the carburetor cleaned and checked with her line blown out
she's hummin' like a turbojetPropped her up in the
backyard on concrete blocks for a new clutch plate and a new set
of shocksTook her down to the carwash check the plugs and
pointsI'm goin' out tonight I'm gonna rock that
jointEarly north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all set
cobra jet creepin' through the nighttimeGotta find a gas
station gotta find a payphone this turnpike sure is spooky at
night when you're all aloneGotta hit the gas 'cause
I'm runnin' late, this New Jersey n the mornin'
like a lunar landscapeThe boss don't dig me so he put me on
the nightshiftIt's an all night run to get back to where my
baby livesIn the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay
towers won't you lead me to my babyUnderneath the overpass
trooper hits his party light switchGoodnight good luck one two
powershiftI met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter
at the route 60 Bobs Big Boy fried chicken on the front seat
she's sittin' in my lapWe're wipin' our
fingers on a Texaco roadmapI remember Wanda up on scrap metal
hill with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still5
A.M. oil pressure's sinkin' fastI make a pit stop wipe
the windshield check the gasGotta call my baby on the
telephoneLet her know that her daddy's comin' on
homeSit tight little mamma I'm commin' round I got 3
more hours but I'm coverin' groundYour eyes get itchy
in the wee wee hours sun's just a red ball risin' over
them refinery towersRadio's jammed up with gospel stations
lost souls callin' long distance salvationHey mr. deejay
woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me
from nowhere
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