Silver Thunderbird     
             
Watched him comin' up Winslow down South Park Boulevard 
Lookin' good from tail to hood 
Great big fins and painted steel 
Man it looked just like the Batmobile 
With my old man behind the wheel 
Well you could hardly even see him in all of that chrome 
The man with a plan and a pocket comb 
But every night it carried him home 
And I could hear him sayin' 

Don't you give me no Buick 
Girl you must take my word 
If there's a God up in Heaven 
He's got a silver Thunderbird 
You can keep your El Dorado 
Man the foreign car's absurd 
Me I wanna go down 
In a silver Thunderbird 

He got up every morning while I was still asleep 
I remember the sound of him shufflin' around 
Right before the crack of dawn 
Is when I heard him turn his motor on 
And when I got up they were gone 
Down the road in the rain and snow 
The man and his machine would go 
Oh, the secrets that old car would know 
Sometimes I hear him sayin' 

Don't you give me no Buick 
Girl you must take my word 
If there's a God up in Heaven 
He's got a silver Thunderbird 
You can keep your El Dorado 
Man the foreign car's absurd 
Me I wanna go down 
In a silver Thunderbird 

Down the road in the rain and snow 
The man and his machine would go 
Oh, the secrets that old car would know 
Sometimes I hear him sayin' 

Don't you give me no Buick 
Girl you must take my word 
If there's a God up in Heaven 
He's got a silver Thunderbird 
You can keep your El Dorado 
Man the foreign car's absurd 
Me I wanna go down 
In a silver Thunderbird 
Ah me I wanna go down 
In a silver Thunderbird

             
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