| 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 7−11 store | 
| Well 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 wanna blow 'em off in my first heat | 
| Summer’s here and the time is right | 
| For racin' in the street | 
| We take all the action we can meet | 
| And we cover all the northwest state | 
| When the strip shuts down, we run '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 guys come home from work and wash up | 
| And 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 | 
| Well 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 all right» | 
| She sits on the porch of her daddy’s house | 
| But all her pretty dreams are torn | 
| Well 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 | 
| Rumbling through this promised land | 
| Tonight, my baby and me, we’re gonna ride to the sea | 
| And wash these sins off of 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 racin' in the street |