Song Lyrics
gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone
propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks
let her know that her daddy s comin on home
your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours
in the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy
Fried chicken on the front seat she s sittin in my lap, with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still
dj won t ya hear my last prayer
this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you re all alone
let her know that her daddy s comin on home
Radio relay towers won t you lead me to my baby, early north jersey industrial skyline, with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still
early north jersey industrial skyline
i m a all set cobra jet creepin through the nighttime
early north jersey industrial skyline
Lost souls callin long distance salvation, this new jersey in the mornin like a lunar landscape Springsteen, for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
I got 3 more hours but i m coverin ground, with her line blown out she s hummin like a turbojet
took her down to the carwash check the plugs and points
I met wanda when she was employed, behind the counter at the route 60 bob s big boy
early north jersey industrial skyline
Sun s just a red ball risin over them refinery towers, dj won t ya hear my last prayer Bruce, fried chicken on the front seat she s sittin in my lap
i m a all set cobra jet creepin through the nighttime
With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still, with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still
gotta call my baby on the telephone
radio relay towers won t you lead me to my baby
We re wipin our fingers on a texaco roadmap, gotta hit the gas baby i m runnin late, i m a all set cobra jet creepin through the nighttime
I met wanda when she was employed, i remember wanda up on scrap metal hill, took her down to the carwash check the plugs and points
Took her down to the carwash check the plugs and points, took her down to the carwash check the plugs and points All, i make a pit stop wipe the windshield check the gas
This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you re all alone, radio s jammed up with gospel stations, it takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives
Behind the counter at the route 60 bob s big boy, your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours All, with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still
With her line blown out she s hummin like a turbojet, gotta call my baby on the telephone
Lost souls callin long distance salvation, with her line blown out she s hummin like a turbojet, i m gonna rock this joint
radio s jammed up with gospel stations
With her line blown out she s hummin like a turbojet, fried chicken on the front seat she s sittin in my lap
I m a all set cobra jet creepin through the nighttime, this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you re all alone, i met wanda when she was employed
The boss don t dig me so he put me on the nightshift, underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch
With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still, goodnight good luck one two powershift, i met wanda when she was employed
Gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone, took her down to the carwash check the plugs and points
Radio relay towers won t you lead me to my baby, your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours All, gotta hit the gas baby i m runnin late
Oil pressure s sinkin fast, oil pressure s sinkin fast, lost souls callin long distance salvation
I met wanda when she was employed, behind the counter at the route 60 bob s big boy
Behind the counter at the route 60 bob s big boy, oil pressure s sinkin fast
it takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives
We re wipin our fingers on a texaco roadmap, radio s jammed up with gospel stations
It takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives, your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours
For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks, took her down to the carwash check the plugs and points All, it takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives
Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours, i m a all set cobra jet creepin through the nighttime
I had the carburetor cleaned and checked, goodnight good luck one two powershift Bruce, gotta hit the gas baby i m runnin late
I remember wanda up on scrap metal hill, early north jersey industrial skyline
gotta call my baby on the telephone
fried chicken on the front seat she s sittin in my lap
We re wipin our fingers on a texaco roadmap, fried chicken on the front seat she s sittin in my lap, for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
I m gonna rock this joint, i m goin out tonight, i remember wanda up on scrap metal hill
Gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone, i m a all set cobra jet creepin through the nighttime
behind the counter at the route 60 bob s big boy
This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you re all alone, gotta call my baby on the telephone
Gotta hit the gas baby i m runnin late, let her know that her daddy s comin on home Bruce, i m a all set cobra jet creepin through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone, took her down to the carwash check the plugs and points
Underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch, we re wipin our fingers on a texaco roadmap
For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks, underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch, i make a pit stop wipe the windshield check the gas