Valley Nights

歌詞

When the streets are steaming, the big slicks scream As they burn down the quarter mile And those lean brown boys in their sleeveless shirts Curse the heat when it cramps their style Only the Chicano in his body shop Say, "In cherry red, she looks so fine" While his brothers burn the chops of the Catholic kids From West Corina to the county line Cheerio, my baby say, don't you know me The rich kid in the Karmann Ghia Well, I bought these wheels just to make you feel That I'm a street kid not a racketeer Should we grab a bite where the greasers eat? Watch them choppers cruise up the strand Or should we park where it's dark And tune the AM into the sounds of the old Wolfman? When she's spent your candle, she learned your handle She says, honey, let me see you shift So your floor it into fifth down to the liquor store Where a fake, I'd can score a fifth Sonny Matao say to Susie Elaina Maybe we could steal your sister's car And grab ourselves a six pack and head on down To the drive in at Canoga Park When the surfers hit Topanga once they quit the waves And they roll back into Woodland Hills Where the bleached blond girls in their faded jeans Bring 'em burgers from the bar-n-grill When they've stashed their boards and climbed up on Them wagons just to eat up the night It's a crackerjack box with no surprise When your lady's sinking Judes and whites I've had a hell of a week, up on over the hill And now there's a valley between But if you won't see me Friday, I might as well Throw a monkey wrench in my machine 'Cause I saddle, soaped the buckets, shined the chrome Polished up the panel lights Until you can check your makeup in the fuel gouge And I can dazzle you