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I had the carburetor cleaned and checked with her line out she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks for a new plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the check the plugs and points
I'm goin' out I'm gonna rock that joint

Early north 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 you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas 'cause I'm runnin' late, this New Jersey n the mornin' like a landscape

The boss don't dig me so he put me on the
It's an all run to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee wee hours your gets hazy radio relay towers won't you lead me to my baby
the overpass trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight good luck one two

I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at the route 60 Bobs Big Boy fried chicken on the seat she's sittin' in my lap
We're wipin' our fingers on a roadmap
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes that make your stand still

5 A.M. oil pressure's sinkin'
I make a pit wipe the windshield check the gas
Gotta my baby on the telephone
Let her know that her daddy's on home
Sit tight little mamma I'm commin' round I got 3 more hours but I'm ground

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' distance salvation
Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me from