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I had the carburetor cleaned
Checked the whippor-land blown out
She's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard
On concrete blocks
Wore a new clutch plate
And a new set of shocks
Took her down to the car wash
Checked the plugs and points
I'm going out tonight
Gonna rock this joint
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
Gotta hit the gas
'Cause I'm runnin' late
This New Jersey in the mornin'
Like a lunar landscape
5 A.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast
Pit stop, wipe the windshield
And check the gas
Gotta call my baby
On the telephone
Let her know her daddy is
Comin' home
Sit tight, mama
I'm comin' 'round
I got three more hours
But I'm coverin' ground
Your eyes get itchy
In the wee wee hours
Sun's a red ball over
The refinery towers
Radio's jammed up
With the gospel stations
Lost souls callin'
Long-distance salvation
Hey, Mr. D.J
Won't you hear my last prayer?
Let rock 'n' roll deliver me
From nowhere
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