Tá Chevy seasca naoi agam le trí nócha sé
Cinn sorcóra is Hurst ar an urlár
Ag feitheamh anocht thíos sa chlós páirceála
Lasmuigh den Seven-Eleven ‘tá:
Mise ‘s mo chara Sonny thógamar í ón mbonn
Agus bíonn sé liom ó áit go háit
Is ar son an airgid é is sin a bhfuil ann
Is sin mar ‘bhíonn againne ó lá go lá.
Anocht, anocht tá an stráice i gceart
Is beidh pléascadh ann mar táimse faoi dháir
Tá an samhradh ann, gach ní i gceart
Le haghaidh rásaíocht’ ar an tsráid.
Bíonn an t-aicsean uainn gach uile lá
Is clúdaímidne an stát thoir thuaidh
Nuair a dhúntar an stráic’ ritear iad ar an tsráid
Ó na bóithríní tine is lú
Tá daoine a éiríonn as an rás
Is faigheann siad bás de réir a chéile gach lá
Daoine a dhéanann naoi go dtí a cúig
Roimh dóibh rásaíocht ar an tsráid
Anocht, anocht tá an stráice i gceart
Is beidh pléascadh ann mar táimse faoi dháir
Glaoigh os ard ar fud an domhain, bí ag rásaíocht ar an tsráid.
Do bhuaileas léi fadó ar an stráic’
I gCamaro bhí, leis an mboc ó L.A.
Shéideas an Camaro de mo dhroim is chuaigh mé féin is mo stór i gcéin
Ach féach na roic atá faoi shúile mo ghrá
Is caoineann go gcodlaíonn sí istoích’
Abhaile liom tá an tigh faoi smúit
Osnaíonn sí, Stóirín ‘bhfuil tú ceart go leor,
Ina suí sa phóirse i dtigh a daid
Na brionglóidí aici á ndó
Ag stánadh ar an oíche go deo
Na súile a deir gur fuath leo a bheith beo
Do na stróinséirí uile is d’aingil an luais
I dtír challánach seo na n-óg
Anocht me féin is mo stór, síos, chun na farraige síos
Ár lámha á ní, ó bhó.
An mótarbhealach sé tá geal
As ár mbealach, mister, fág an áit,
An samhradh ann, agus seo ár seal
Le haghaidh rásaíocht’ ar an tsráid.
"Racing In The Street"
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 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 racing in the street
We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the north east 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 racing 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 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 around 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
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 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