Lyrics:

I got a '69 Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads
And a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the 7-11 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 then we shut 'em down.

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I'm gonna blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the street.

We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the northeast states
When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate.

Now some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little piece by piece
Some guys come home from work
And wash up and go racing in the street.

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I'm gonna blow 'em all out of their seats
Calling out around the world
We're going racing in the street.

--- Instrumental ---

He met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camaro with this dude from LA
He blew that Camaro off his back
And he drove that little girl away.

But now there's wrinkles around his baby's eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
When he comes home the house is dark
She says 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 out 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
Rumbling 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
For racing in the street...