Perhaps my only redemption is beneath this dirty hood

I always thought my husband was a little crazy and/or overzealous and/or excessively enthusiastic in his love for and pride of knowing every single word to Springsteen's "Thunder Road." It's a great song -- don't get me wrong -- and the Boss deserves respect. However, each time my husband hears so much as one bar of the song, he goes off into his own little world where the only things that exist are "Thunder Road" and the sound of his own voice. I usually tune him out until the last line, the only one I know: "It's a town full of losers / And I'm pulling out of here to win."

So imagine my surprise this past weekend when -- during the waning, drunken moments of a wedding we were attending -- the DJ played "Thunder Road" and my friend Cara belted out every word. To fully comprehend this situation, one must realize Cara is not known for her familiarity with popular culture; in fact, she is often (lovingly) mocked for her lack thereof. But there Cara was, rolling down the window and letting the wind blow back her hair because the night was busting open and those two lanes would take her anywhere.

So: is it me? Does everyone -- even Cara? -- know every last word to "Thunder Road"? If so, why don't I? How did this happen? My encyclopedic mastery of pop-culture minutiae is collapsing like a house of cards. Please tell me I'm not the only one.