Open All Night
Well, I had the carburetor, baby, 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
Well, I'm goin' out tonight, I'm gonna rock that joint
Early North Jersey industrial skyline
I'm an all set Cobra Jet, creepin' through the night time
Gotta find a gas station
Gotta find a pay phone
This turnpike sure is spooky
At night when you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas baby, I'm runnin' late
This New Jersey in the morning's like a lunar landscape
Now the boss don't dig me
So he put me on the night shift
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 ya lead me to my baby?
Underneath the overpass
Trooper hits the party light switch
Goodnight, Good Luck, One-Two Powershift
I met Wanda, when she was employed
Behind the counter at Route 60 Bob's Big Boy
Fried chicken in the front seat
She's sittin' in my lap
We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco road map
I remember Wanda up on Scrap Metal Hill
With them big brown eyes
That make your heart stand still
Well, at five 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 'er know that her daddy's, comin' on home
Sit tight Little Mama, I'm comin' 'round
I got three 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