Racing In The Streets

I got a '69 Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads

And a Hurst on the floor

She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot

Outside the 7-11 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'm gonna blow 'em off in my first heat

Summer's here and the time is right

For racing 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 living

And start dying little by little piece by piece

Some guys come home from work

And wash up and go racing in the street.

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right

I'm gonna blow 'em all out of their seats

Calling out around the world

We're going racing in the street.

--- Instrumental ---

He met her on the strip three years ago

In a Camaro with this dude from LA

He blew that Camaro off his back

And he drove that little girl away.

But now there's wrinkles around his baby's eyes

And she cries herself to sleep at night

When he comes home the house is dark

She says baby did you make it alright?

She sits on the porch of her daddy's house

But all her pretty dreams are torn

She stares out alone into the night with the eyes

Of one who hates for just being born.

For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels

Rumbling 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 racing in the street...