Well I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out
she's humming 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, checked the plugs and points
Well I'm going out tonight,
I'm gonna rock that joint
Early North Jersey
industrial skyline
I'm a all-set cobra jet
creeping through the night time
Gotta find a gas station,
gotta find a pay phone
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 morning
like a lunar landscape
Now the boss don't dig me,
so he put me on the night shift
It takes me two hours to get back
to where my baby lives
In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy
Radio relays towers,
won't you lead me to my baby
Underneath the overpass,
trooper hits his party light switch
Good night 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 sitting in my lap
We're wiping our fingers on a Texaco road map
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill
With them big brown eyes
that make your heart stand still
Well at 5 a.m. oil pressure's sinking 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 coming on home
Sit tight, little mama, I'm a-coming around
I got three more hours but I'm covering ground
Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours
Sun's just a red ball rising
over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations
Lost souls calling
long distance salvation
Hey mister deejay
won't you hear my last prayer
Hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me from nowhere