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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 on concrete blocks for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the carwash check the and points
I'm goin' out tonight I'm 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 when you're all
Gotta hit the gas 'cause I'm runnin' late, this New Jersey n the mornin' a lunar landscape

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

I met Wanda when she was behind the counter at the route 60 Bobs Big Boy fried chicken 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 heart stand

5 A.M. oil pressure's fast
I make a pit wipe the windshield check the gas
Gotta my baby on the telephone
Let her know her daddy's comin' on home
Sit tight little mamma I'm 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 gospel stations souls callin' long distance salvation
Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho 'n roll deliver me from nowhere