Bruce Springsteen — Open All Night Live in Dublin

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!