Open All Night - Live at the Point Theatre, Dublin, Ireland - November 2006

I had the carburetor cleaned and checked 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 points
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
Gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone
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

The boss don't dig me so he put me on the nightshift
It's an all night run to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy
radio relay towers won't you lead me to my baby
Underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight good luck one two powershift

I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at the route 60 Bobs Big Boy fried chicken on the front seat she's sittin' in my lap
We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill
with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still

5 A.M. oil pressure's sinkin' fast
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 mamma I'm commin' round I got 3 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
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations lost souls callin' long distance salvation
Hey mr. deejay won't ya hear my last prayer
hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me from nowhere