Open All Night

I had the carburetor cleaned and checked
With her line blown out she's humming 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
I'm going out tonight, I'm gonna rock this joint

Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all set cobra jet creeping through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone
This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas baby I'm running late
This New Jersey in the morning like a lunar landscape

The boss don't 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 won't 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 Bob's Big Boy
Fried Chicken on the front seat she's sitting in my lap
We're wiping 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 pressure's sinking fast
I make a pit stop wipe the windshield check the gas
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Let her know that her daddy's coming on home
Sit tight little mamma I'm coming round
I got 3 more hours but I'm covering ground

Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours
Sun's just a red ball rising over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations
Lost souls calling long distance salvation
Hey Mr. DJ won't ya hear my last prayer
Hey ho rock 'n' roll deliver me from nowhere