I had the carburetor cleaned and checked with her line blown out
she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks for a new
clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the carwash check the plugs and points
I'm goin' out tonight I'm gonna rock that
joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all set cobra
jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone this turnpike
sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas 'cause I'm runnin' late, this
New Jersey n the mornin' like a lunar landscape
The boss don't dig me so he put me on the nightshift
It's an all night run to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay towers
won't you lead me to my baby
Underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight good luck one two powershift
I 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 lap
We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes
that make your heart stand still
5 A.M. oil pressure's sinkin' fast
I make a pit stop wipe the windshield check the gas
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home
Sit tight little mamma I'm commin' round I got 3 more
hours but I'm coverin' ground
Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours sun's just a red
ball risin' over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations lost souls
callin' long distance salvation
Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock 'n
roll deliver me from nowhere
Send "Open All Night" Ringtone to your Cell 
