text: I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a three-niner-six
  Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
  She’s 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 strip’s just right
  I wanna blow em off in my first heat
  Summer’s here and the time is right
  For racin’ in the street
  We take all the action we can meet
  And we cover all the northeast states
  When the strip shuts down, we run ’em in the street
  From the fire roads to the interstate
  Now, 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 strip’s just right
  I wanna blow ’em all out of their seats
  Were calling out around the world
  We’re 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 there’s wrinkles around my baby’s 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 daddy’s 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 we’re gonna ride to the sea
  And wash these sins off our hands
  Tonight tonight the highway’s bright
  Out of our way, mister, you best keep
  Cause summer’s here and the time is right
  For racin’ in the street