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I had the carburetor cleaned and checked with her blown 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 out tonight 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 this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas 'cause I'm runnin' late, New Jersey n the mornin' like a lunar landscape

The don't dig me so he put me on the nightshift
It's an all night run to get back to where my lives
In the wee wee hours your mind gets radio relay towers won't you lead me to my baby
Underneath the overpass trooper hits his 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 on the front seat she's sittin' in my lap
wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes that make your stand still

5 A.M. oil sinkin' fast
I make a pit stop wipe the check the gas
Gotta my baby on the telephone
Let her know her daddy's comin' on home
Sit tight little 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 towers
Radio's jammed up with stations lost souls callin' long distance salvation
Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock 'n roll me from nowhere