68 Comeback Special - Ignition! lyrics

Instrumental

When the last light dies down on this old part of town
And the sun coming up laughs at you
When the sidewalks roll up
You’ve run out of luck
And you’re left alone feeling blue

I don’t gotta tell you the feeling you get
When the one you love slips away
So turn down the lights and draw all the shades
There’s one place where you’ve got it made

At the blue cafe
At the blue cafe
At the blue cafe
At the blue cafe

The phone started ringin'
At a quarter to nine
I got a lump in my throat
And a chill up my spine
I swear I didn't know if those keys
On the counter where mine
Operator said I got a call collect
From San Deigo County
And I started to sweat
Voice came on the line and said
"Babe, I hope you didn't forget"

It's got a leaky carburetor
A rusted out floor
Four broken windows
Bullet holes in the door
Torn up old seats
And the lock don't fit the key
Now baby who would really love this car but me?

Got the original paint
Joe put reflectors on the door
It's got a Mexican blanket interior
It's missin' all the chrome
It must be plain to see
Baby who would really love this car but me?

Get 'em on the ropes
Give 'em all you got
I don't care what they do
I don't care if they rot
I said hey when they get drunk
They fight all night

Give 'em all the dope
Give 'em all you got
I don't care what they do
I don't care if they rot
I said hey when they get drunk
They fight all night

When I came out to California
I didn't think I would change
I didn't go and fix my nose

Johnny, Johnny Kool
Went out for a drive
He hopped right in that long black car
With his baby by his side

Johnny, Johnny Kool
In a run-down '50 cadillac
Jumped out the door
Pulled out his forty-four
And shot his baby three times in the back

Johnny, Johnny Kool
He ain't afraid to break all the rules
Johnny, Johnny Kool
He never planned on comin' back

Johnny, Johnny Kool

My little Santa Rosa Rita
Wore high heels on her feet
A ring on every finger
And a couple on her toes

Well she told me where to meet her
And then my Santa Rosa Rita
Showed me a thing or two
I didn't know

Like how to swing a pretty thing
To a rockin' sound
Dip her on my hip
And let her hair hang down
Spin around again
And never lose the beat
Toss her up and catch her

Well in this barnyard
I'm King cock of the roost
Stay out all night
Just drinkin' that moonshine juice
And I don't show the crow
Till crack of noon

CHORUS:
And all the hens go
Coo coo cock-a-doodle-do
Look at that rooster rock
Coo coo cock-a-doodle-do
Look at that rooster rock
Ain't never seen a rooster
Do such a crazy bop

And If another red rooster

Well I was born back in '59
I didn't come late I was right on time
We had a '59 Ford That never ran quite right
We'd catch a drive-in movie Every Saturday night Well times were hard for the working man Daddy tried to understand

Everything I love is from '59
My first guitar and that girl of mine
Everything I want is from '59
I guess I'm behind the times

Food's on the table and the coffee's getting cold
And I haven't eaten since I don't know when
My 8-track's pumpin' out a country song
And I'm tearing down the highway again

There's a little hideaway
Where my baby waits for me
In a little cozy booth by the door
I looked all around but my baby had gone
She just couldn't wait anymore

My 8-track's pumpin' out a country song

Well she hops in my car
She wants to drive the stick
Sittin' on my lap Baby does the trick

She's my hot rod girl (She's my hot rod girl)
Oh she's drivin' me crazy tonight
Well she's my hot rod girl
And I gotta let her drive it Around and around and around

On a Saturday night She loves to go to town
When she gets real hot
She pulls the top right now

Damn I live in the dead of night
On four wheels of rolling dynamite
Runnin' red hot on a midnight curve
Catch me now if you got the nerve

Hell bent I ride
Angel by my side
Blow devil wind
'Cause I won't be back again
No I won't be back again

Fire ball flames in the X-ray heat
Ninety-nine down a dead end street
Tattooed knuckles gonna spell his fate

Well I stepped into the station
With my only suitcase in my hand
I bought a ticket at the counter
And I said I gotta stick to my plan
'Cause I love that girl with all my might |
and I think I finally got it right

5 years, 4 months, 3 days
Goin' home tonight

I've been lyin' and cryin'
And searchin' and dyin'
Tryin' just to run or myself
I've been burnin' and yearnin'

Well she’s got hydramatic hips
Lips like fluid drive
And if you don’t believe man
Just take her for a ride

Some say that she’s built for comfort
Others built for speed
Well she just makes my engine race
She’s everything I need

Ignition
She turned the key and my heart jumps
Ignition
She sure can make my spark plug pump