(Bruce Springsteen, arranged by Roger Taylor)
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
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 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 livin'
And start dyin' little by little piece by piece
Some guys come home from work and wash up
And go racing in the street
Tonight tonight the strips just right
I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats
Callin' out around the world
We're goin' racing in the street


I met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camero with this dude from L.A.
I blew that Camero 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 highway's bright
Out of our way mister you best keep
Summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the street


Tonight tonight the strip's just right
I'm gonna blow 'em all outa their seats
'Cos summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the street
In the street - in the street - in the street - in the street