text: 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
  Early north Jersey industrial skyline
  Im 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 youre all alone
  Gotta hit the gas baby Im runnin late
  This New Jersey in the mornin like a lunar landscape
  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
  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
  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 mamma Im comin round
  I got 3 more hours but Im coverin ground
  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 ya hear my last prayer
  Hey ho rock n roll deliver me from nowhere