Vārdi: Rickie Lee Jones. Twelve Bars Past Midnight. The last chance texaco.

A long stretch of headlights bends into I-9
They tiptoe into truck stops
And sleepy diesel eyes

Volcanoes rumble in the taxi
An' glow in the dark
Camels in the driver's seat
A slow easy mark

But you ran out of gas
Down the road a piece
Then the battery went dead
And now the cable won't reach

It's your last chance
To check under the hood
Your last chance
She ain't soundin' too good
Your last chance
To trust the man with the star
'Cause you've found
The last chance Texaco
The last chance

Well, he tried to be standard
He tried to be mobile
He tried living in a world and in a shell

There was this block busted blonde
He loved her free parts and labor hood
She broke down and died
She threw all the rods that he gave her

But this one ain't fuel injected
Her plug is disconnected
She gets scared and she stalls
But she just needs a man, that's all

It's her last chance
Her timing's all wrong
Her last chance
She can't idle this long
Her last chance
Turn her over and go
Pullin' out of the last chance Texaco
The last chance