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
The boss don't dig me, so he put me on the night shift
Takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee, wee hours your mind gets hazy
Radio relays towers, lead me to my baby
Underneath the overpass, the trooper hits his party light switch
Good night, good luck, one, two, power shift

All right, play it, boss man!

Go 'head!

[Male backing vocalists:]
Ba, ba, ba, baya, booya, ba ba ba, baya, booya, ba ba ba, baya, booya, ba ba ba, baya, booya, ba ba ba, baya booya, doodly-op, doodly-op, ba ba ba da

[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-ba ba ba

[Male backing vocalists:]
Ba dee, yaba dooba, ba ba, ba dee, yaba dooba, ba ba, ba dee yaba dooba, ba ba, ba dee yaba dooba, ba ba, ba dee yaba dooba, ba de yaba dooba, wa, wa wa wa wa wa

[Female backing vocalists:]
Wa wa, doobly dee-yabba dooba dooba, ba ba, yabada dee yabadooba dooba ba ba, yabada dee yabadooby, dee yabadooby, deeeeeeee...
[Male and female backing vocalists:]
Wa wa wa, waba badaba, wa ba ba, waba badaba, ba ba ba baba badaba, wa wa wa, waba badada, ba ba ba, da da dadada da

Come on, Charles!

Well, I met Wanda when she was employed
Behind the counter of the Route 60 Bob's Big Boy Fried Chicken
On the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap
We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco road map
I remember Wanda from scrap metal hill
With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still

5 a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast
Gotta make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Let her know her daddy man's comin' on home
Sit tight, mama, I'm comin' 'round
I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground

Your eyes get itchy in the wee, wee hours
Sun's a red ball risin' over the refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with talk show stations
Talk... Talk....
Hey, mister deejay, wontcha hear my last prayer?
Hey, ho, rock 'n roll, deliver me from nowhere
All right (all right), all right (all right)
All right (all right), all right (all right)
All right (all right) all right (all right)
Come on in everybody, 'cause we're open all night

One, two, three!

Are you ready?

Well, all right (all right), well, all right (all right)
Well, all right (all right), well, all right (all right)
Well, all right (all right) all right (all right)
Come on in, everybody, 'cause we're open all night

Whoah!