Bruce Springsteen Follow

I had the carburetor cleaned and checked with her line blown out
she's hummin' like a turbojetPropped her up in
the backyard on concrete blocks for a new clutch plate and a new
set of shocksTook her down to the carwash check the plugs
and pointsI'm goin' out tonight I'm gonna
rock that jointEarly north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all set cobra jet creepin' through the
nighttimeGotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone
this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all
aloneGotta hit the gas 'cause I'm runnin'
late, this New Jersey n the mornin' like a lunar
landscapeThe boss don't dig me so he put me on
the nightshiftIt's an all night run to get back to
where my baby livesIn the wee wee hours your mind gets
hazy radio relay towers won't you lead me to my babyUnderneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switchGoodnight good luck one two powershiftI met Wanda
when she was employed behind the counter at the route 60 Bobs
Big Boy fried chicken on the front seat she's sittin'
in my lapWe're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco
roadmapI remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them
big brown eyes that make your heart stand still5
A.M. oil pressure's sinkin' fastI make a pit
stop wipe the windshield check the gasGotta call my baby
on the telephoneLet her know that her daddy's
comin' on homeSit tight little mamma I'm
commin' round I got 3 more hours but I'm coverin'
groundYour eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours
sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery
towersRadio's jammed up with gospel stations lost
souls callin' long distance salvationHey mr. deejay
woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me
from nowhere