I got a 69 Chevy with a 396

fuellie 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 got no strings attached

we set 'em up and then we shut 'em down

tonight tonight the strips just right

I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat

summers here and the time is right

for racing in the street



we take all the action we can meet

and we cover all the north-east states

and when the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street

from the fire-roads to the inter-state

now some guys they go racin' in the street

tonight tonight the strips just right

I wanna blow 'em all outta their seats

we're calling out around the world

we're going racing in the street



I met her on the strip three years ago

in a Camaro with this dude from L.A.

I blew that Camaro off my back

and drove that little girl away

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

and she cries herself to sleep at night

when I come home the house is dark

she sighs '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 off alone into the night

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

for all the shut-down strangers and hot-rod angels

rumblin' 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 highways bright

out of our way mister you best keep

summers here and the time is right

for racing in the street



tonight tonight the strips just right

I wanna blow 'em all outta their seats

'cos summers here and the time is right

for racing in the street