[Verse 1] I had the carburetor cleaned and checked With her line blown out, shes 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 Im goin out tonight, Im gonna rock that joint [Verse 2] Early north Jersey industrial skyline Im a allset cobra jet creepin through the nighttime Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone This turnpike sure is spooky at night when youre all alone Gotta hit the gas, baby, Im runnin late This New Jersey in the mornin like a lunar landscape [Verse 3] The boss dont dig me, so he put me on the nightshift It takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives In the wee wee hours, your mind gets hazy Radio relay towers, wont you lead me to my baby? Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch Goodnight, good luck, one two powershift [Verse 4] I met Wanda when she was employed Behind the counter at the Route 60 Bobs Big Boy Fried chicken on the front seat, shes sittin in my lap Were 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 [Instrumental break] [Verse 5] 5 A.M., oil pressures 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 daddys comin on home Sit tight, little mama, Im comin round I got three more hours, but Im coverin ground [Verse 6] Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours Suns just a red ball risin over them refinery towers Radios jammed up with gospel stations Lost souls callin long distance salvation Hey Mr. DJ, wont you hear my last prayer? Hey ho rock n roll, deliver me from nowhere
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