I got a sixty-nine 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 [bad word] for the money got no strings attached 
We shut `em up and then we shut `em down 
Tonight tonight the strip's just right 
I wanna blow `em off in my first heat 
Summer's here and the time is right 
We're goin' racin' in the street 
We take all the action we can meet 
And we cover all the northeast state 
When the strip shuts down [bad word] `em in the street 
From the fire roads to the interstate 

Some guys they just give up living 
And start dying little by little piece by piece 
Some [bad word] home from work and wash up 
Then go racin' in the street 
Tonight tonight the strip's just right 
I wanna blow `em all out of their seats 
Calling out around the world 
We're going racin' 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 around my baby's eyes 
And she cries herself to sleep at night 
When [bad word] 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 all her pretty dreams are torn 
She stares off alone into the night 

With the eyes of one who hates for just being born 
For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels [bad word] 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 highway's bright 
Out of our way mister you best keep 
`Cause summer's here and the time is right 
We're goin' racin' in the street