Open All Night

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 in 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