Open All Night (Live in Dublin) Bruce Springsteen
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Come on, Charles!
Worry her out there, Charlie! Swing it, Sam Bardfeld!
Oooooooff the streets of New York City, the Sessionettes!
[Female backing vocalists:]
Zooey, zooey, zooey, zoo-ya, doo-ya
Zooey, zooey, zooey, zoo-ya, doo-ya, zooey, zooey, zooey, zoo-ya, doo ya
Zooey, zooey, zooey, zoo-ya, doo-ya, zooey, zooey, zooey, doo-ya, dooby
Dee-yabba dooba dooba, ba ba, yabada dee yabadooba dooba ba ba, yabada dee yabadooby, dee yabadooby, deeeeeeee...
Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on some concrete blocks
For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the carwash, check the plugs and points
I'm goin' out tonight, I'm gonna rock this joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a pay phone
This turnpike’s spooky at night when you're alone
Gotta hit the gas, I'm running late
New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape
Worry her out there, Charlie! Swing it, Sam Bardfeld!
Oooooooff the streets of New York City, the Sessionettes!
[Female backing vocalists:]
Zooey, zooey, zooey, zoo-ya, doo-ya
Zooey, zooey, zooey, zoo-ya, doo-ya, zooey, zooey, zooey, zoo-ya, doo ya
Zooey, zooey, zooey, zoo-ya, doo-ya, zooey, zooey, zooey, doo-ya, dooby
Dee-yabba dooba dooba, ba ba, yabada dee yabadooba dooba ba ba, yabada dee yabadooby, dee yabadooby, deeeeeeee...
Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on some concrete blocks
For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the carwash, check the plugs and points
I'm goin' out tonight, I'm gonna rock this joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a pay phone
This turnpike’s spooky at night when you're alone
Gotta hit the gas, I'm running late
New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape
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