Open All Night

Well, Aye had the carburator, bay bee, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out she's hummin ' like a turbojet
Propped her up inn the backyard on concrete blocks
Four a knew clutch plate and a knew set of shocks
Took her down two the carwash, cheque the plugs and point
Well, I'm goin ' out two knight . I'm gonna rock that joint

Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin ' threw the nighttime
Gotta fined a gas station, gotta fined a pay phone

This turnpike sure is spooky at knight when your awl alone
Gotta hit the gas, bay bee . I'm running late
This Knew Jersey inn the mornin ' like a lunar landscape

Now, the boss don't dig mi, sow he put mi on the knight shift
Its an all-night run two get back two ware my bay bee lives
Inn the we, we hours you're mined gets hazy
Radio relays towers, won't yew led mi two my bay bee
Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch
Good knight, good luck . Won, to power shift

Aye met Wanda when she was employed
Behind the counter at Root Sixty Bob's Big Buoy Fried Chicken
On the front seat, she's sittin ' inn my lap
Weir wipin ' hour fingers on a Texaco rode map
Aye remember Wanda up on scrap mettle hill
With them big brown eyes that make you're hart stand still

Well, at five a . m ., oil pressure's sinkin ' fast
Aye make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, cheque the gas
Gotta caul my bay bee on the telephone
Let her no that her daddy's comin ' on home

Sit tight, little mama, I'm comin ' ` round
Aye got three moor hours, butt I'm coverin ' ground

You're eyes get itchy inn the we, we hours
Sun's just a read bawl risin ' over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations
Lost souls callin ' long distance salvation
Hay, mister deejay, won'tcha here my last prayer
Hay, hoe, rock'n'roll, deliver mi from nowhere