From
Plastic Letters (1977) by
Blondie
Detroit 442 (Destri/Stein) - 2:28
You know he can't be tested, he can't be read or found
Urban grey takes breath away
He wants to push his pedal to the ground
And the night's what's right
Puts him at the wheel
Well I eat danger, any stranger is all right
Feel hot to go like Jimmy O
Dodging flying objects at the show
And the lights make me fight
In Detroit 442 maybe baby I could ride with you
This town's a concrete factory
Dad and mom look just like me
I'm on the plant assembly-line
Too late now, too far behind
Said you wanna hang around, no one really cares where you go
Take your time, things never change
In Detroit 442 maybe baby I could ride with you
Detroit 442 maybe baby I could ride with you
Detroit 442 maybe baby I could ride with you
Detroit 442 maybe baby I could ride with you
One more to market, one more piggy
And they all, they all look just like me yeah!