Racing in the Street


I got a 65 Chevy with a 396, Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot outside the Seven-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, we got no strings attached, we shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down

Well, tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats
We'll come on out around the world
We're going racing in the street
Go!

Well, we take all the action we can meet and we cover all the northeast state
When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street from the back roads 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
Well, there just ain't nothing left at home, I'm tired of waking up in a world that somebody else owns

Well, tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
Hey, summer's here and the time is right
To racing in the street
I met her on the strip three years ago in a Camaro with this dude from L.A.
Well, I blew that Camaro off my back and I stole that girl away
Now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes and she cries herself to sleep at night
Hey, 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 after all her pretty dreams were torn
She stares off alone into the night with the eyes of one who hates for just being 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

Well, tonight, tonight the strips just right
I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
Well, come on out, the time is right
We're going racing in the street

Bruce Springsteen