I got a '69 Chevy
with a three-ninety-six
Fuelie heads
and a Hurst on the floor
She's waitin' tonight
down in the parking lot
Outside the 7-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny
built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from
town to town
We only run for the money
Got no strings attached
We shut 'em up
And then we shut 'em down
Tonight tonight
The strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em off in
my first heat
Summer's here
And the time is right
For racin' in the street
We take all the action
we can meet
And we cover all the
northeast states
When the strip shuts down
We run 'em in the street
From the fire roads
to the interstate
Now some guys
They just give up livin'
And start dyin' little by little
Piece by piece
Some guys come
home from work and wash up
Then go racin' in the street
Tonight tonight
The strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em all
out of their seats
We're callin' out
around the world
We're goin' racin' in the street
I met her on the strip
three years ago
In a Camaro with this
dude from L.A.
I blew that Camaro off my back
And drove that little girl away
But now there's wrinkles
around my baby's eyes
And she cries herself to
sleep at night
When I come home
The house is dark
She sighs baby
Did you make it all right
She sits on the porch
of her daddy's house
But all her pretty dreams
are torn
She stares off alone
into the night
With the eyes of one who
hates for just bein' born
For all the shut-down
strangers and hot rod angels
Rumblin' through this
promised land
Tonight my baby and me
We're gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins
off our hands
Tonight tonight
The highway's bright
Out of our way mister
You best keep
'Cause summer's here
And the time is right
For racin' in the street
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