text: I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
  Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
  Shes waiting tonight down in the parking lot
  Outside the Seven-Eleven store
  Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
  And he rides with me from town to town
  We only run for the money got no strings attached
  We shut `em up and then we shut `em down
  Tonight tonight the strips just right
  I wanna blow `em off in my first heat
  Summers here and the time is right
  Were goin racin in the street
  We take all the action we can meet
  And we cover all the northeast state
  When the strip shuts down we run `em in the street
  From the fire roads to the interstate
  Some guys they just give up living
  And start dying little by little piece by piece
  Some guys come home from work and wash up
  Then go racin in the street
  Tonight tonight the strips just right
  I wanna blow `em all out of their seats
  Calling out around the world
  Were going racin in the street
  I met her on the strip three years ago
  In a Camaro with this dude from L.A
  I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away
  But now theres wrinkles around my babys eyes
  And she cries herself to sleep at night
  When I come home the house is dark
  She sighs Baby did you make it all right
  She sits on the porch of her daddys house
  But all her pretty dreams are torn
  She stares off alone into the night
  With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
  For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels
  Rumbling through this promised land
  Tonight my baby and me were gonna ride to the sea
  And wash these sins off our hands
  Tonight tonight the highways bright
  Out of our way mister you best keep
  `Cause summers here and the time is right
  Were goin racin in the street