Open All Night (Electric Nebraska)

[Intro]

One, two, three, four

[Verse 1]

Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked

With her line blown out, she's hummin' like a turbojet

I propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks

For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks

Took her down to the carwash, checked the plugs and points

Because I'm goin' out tonight, I'm gonna rock this joint

[Verse 2]

Early North Jersey industrial skyline

I'm an all-set Cobra Jet creepin' through the nighttime

Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a pay phone

This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone

I hit the gas because I'm runnin' late

This New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape

[Verse 3]

Now the boss don't dig me so he put me on the nightshift

Takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives

In the wee, wee hours, your mind gets hazy

Radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby?

Underneath the overpass, a trooper hits his party light switch

Goodnight, good luck, one-two, powershift

[Verse 4]

I met Wanda when she was employed

Behind the counter at the Route 60 Bob's Big Boy

Fried chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' on my lap

We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap

I remember Wanda up on Scrap Metal Hill

With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still

[Verse 5]

Woo-ooh, hoo

Ooh

Yeah, uh

Yeah, that's the one

[Verse 6]

Yeah, 5 a.m., the oil pressure's sinkin' fast

I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, buddy, check the gas

I gotta call my baby on the telephone

Let her know that her daddy boy's comin' on home

"I got a-two more hours but I'm coverin' bround

It's 6 a.m. on Sunday mornin', I'm a-comin' around"

[Verse 7]

My eyes get itchy in the wee, wee hours

Sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers

Radio jammed up with gospel stations

Lost souls callin' long distance salvation

Hey Mr. DJ, you gotta hear my last prayer

Hey ho, rock 'n' roll, deliver me from nowhere

[Scatting]

[Outro]

Hello, baby