Racing in the Street ('78)

I got a '32 Ford, she's a three-eighteen Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor And she's waiting 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 we shut 'em down Tonight, tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats Come on out around the world We're going racing in the street We take all the action we can meet And we cover all the northeast states And when the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street From the backroads to the turnpike gates Well now some guys they do it for the money Other guys do it 'cause they don't know what else they can do They just hang around, nothing left at home Waking up in a world that somebody else owns And tonight, tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat Well, now summer's here and the time is right For racing in the street I met her on the strip three years ago In a Camaro with this dude from LA I blew that Camaro off my back and stole that little girl away Now there's wrinkles 'round my baby's eyes As she cries herself to sleep at night And when I come home, the house is dark she sighs "Baby did you make it all right?" And she sits on the porch of her daddy's house Oh, but honey, your pretty dress is torn She stares out alone into the night With the eyes of one who hates for just bein' born For all the blown-off strangers and hot rod angels Stumbling 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 strip's just right I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat Come on out the time is right We're goin' racing in the street