Racing in the Street (’78) - Bruce Springsteen

Got a '32 Ford, she's a 318

Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor

She's waitin' 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, got no strings attached

We shut 'em up and we shut 'em down

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right

I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats

Well, come on out around the world

We're goin' racin' in the street (Alright)

Well, we take all the action we can meet

And we cover all the northeast states

And 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 and they just hang around, nothing left at home

Wakin' up in a world that somebody else owns

And tonight, tonight the strip's just right

I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat

Well now, summer's here and the time is right

For racin' 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 little girl away

But now there's wrinkles 'round my baby's eyes

She cries herself to sleep at night

And when I come home, the house is dark

She sighs, "Baby, did you make it all right?"

Yeah, she sits on the porch of her daddy's house

Oh, but honey your pretty dress is torn

She stares out alone into the night

With the eyes of one who hates for just bein' born

For all the blown-off strangers and hot rod angels

Stumblin' 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 strip's just right

I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat

Well, come on out, the time is right

We're goin' racin' in the street (Oh)