Listen; there's a road in the sky, and the radio's on. She turns it up to sing 'Reflections'. She snaps her fingers, he stares forward. The rubber squeals and the motorcade rolls. Somewhere there's a party where the radio's on. But don't step off the pavement, this is Motortown. Listen; there's a road in the sky, and the boys are piled up. They're bumper to bumper. And the howling steel sparks. She wants to drive, to drive 'round all night. Somewhere there's a party, where the radio's on. But don't step off the pavement, this is Motortown.