I had the carburetor 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
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 ´cause I´m runnin´ late, this New Jersey n the mornin´ like a lunar landscape

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 powershift

I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at the route 60 Bobs 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

5 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 mamma 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 refinery towers
Radio´s jammed up with gospel stations lost souls callin´ long distance salvation
Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock ´n roll deliver me from nowhere