text: Got a 32 Ford, shes a 318
  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 we shut em down
  Tonight tonight the strips just right
  I wanna blow em all out of their seats
  Well come on out around the world
  Were goin racin in the street
  Well we take all the action we can meet
  And we cover all the northeast states
  And when the strip shuts down we run em in the street
  From the back roads to the turnpike gates
  Well now some guys they do it for the money
  Other guys do it cause they dont know what else they can do
  Well and they just hang around in an empty home
  Waking up in a world that somebody else owns
  And tonight tonight the strips just right
  I wanna blow em off in my first heat
  Well now summers here and the time is right
  For racin in the street
  Well I met her on the strip three years ago
  In a Camaro with this dude from L.A
  And I blew that Camaro off my back
  And I stole that little girl away
  But now there wrinkles round my babys eyes
  And she cries herself to sleep at night
  And when I come home the house is dark
  She sighs hey baby did you make it all right?
  She sits on the porch of her daddys house
  Oh but honey your pretty dress is torn
  She stared off alone into the night
  With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
  For all the blown-off strangers and hot rod angels
  Stumbling 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 strips just right
  I wanna blow em off in my first heat
  Well come on out the time is right
  Were goin racin in the street