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Well, i had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked Folienbeschriftung Schaufenster With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet 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, check the plugs and point Bonn Internetseiten Well, i'm goin' out tonight. i'm gonna rock that joint
Early north jersey industrial skyline I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime andratx hotels 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, baby. i'm running late This new jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape Begleitagentur in Düsseldorf
Now, the boss don't dig me, so he put me on the night shift It's an all-night run to get back to where my baby lives In the wee, wee hours your mind gets hazy Begleitservice Düsseldorf Radio relays towers, won't you lead me to my baby? Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch Good night, good luck. one, two power shift Malvorlagen Suchmaschine I met wanda when she was employed Behind the counter at route sixty bob's big boy fried chicken On the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap We're wipin' our fingers on a texaco road map Digitaldruck in Bochum I remember wanda up on scrap metal hill With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still
Well, at five a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast Folienbeschriftung Bremen I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas Gotta call my baby on the telephone Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home Sit tight, little mama, i'm comin' `round SEM I got three more hours, but i'm coverin' ground
Your eyes get itchy in the wee, wee hours Sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers kitzbuhel Radio's jammed up with gospel stations Lost souls callin' long distance salvation Hey, mister deejay, won'tcha hear my last prayer? Hey, ho, rock'n'roll, deliver me from nowhere
