Well, I had the carburetor, baby, 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

Well, 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, baby. I'm running late, this New Jersey in the mornin' like a

lunar landscape



Now, 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 power shift



I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at route 60 Bob's 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



Well, at five 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 mama, I'm comin' 'round I got three 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, mister deejay, woncha hear my last prayer hey, ho, rock'n'roll, deliver me