Valley Nights Lyrics

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 Covina to the county line

Cherio my baby say don't you know me

The rich kid in the Karman 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 candleshe learned your handle

She says honey let me see you shift

So your floor it into fifth down to the liquer store

Where a fake I'd can score a fifth
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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 climed 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 gauge

And I can dazzle you