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 my backyard, on some concrete blocks

For a new clutch plate, and a new set of shocks

Took her down to the carwash, checked the plugs and points

Well, I'm goin' out tonight, I'm gonna rock that joint

Early north Jersey, industrial skyline

I'm a all-set Cobra jet, creepin' 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 runnin' late

This New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape

Now, 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 sittin' in my lap

We're wipin' our fingers on my Texaco roadmap

I remember Wanda, up on Scrap Metal Hill

With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still

Woo-ooh, woo, ah

Hey, well, 5 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 her know that her daddy's comin' on home

Sit tight little mama, I'ma comin' 'round

I got a 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. DJ, won't you hear my last prayer

Hey ho, rock 'n' roll, deliver me from nowhere