Silver Thunderbird

Watched him coming upwind, slow Down South Park Boulevard Looking 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 that chrome The man with the plan and a pocket comb But every night it carried home And I could hear him saying 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 Got up every morning while I was still asleep I remember the sound of him shuffling 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 saying 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 saying 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 Yeah, me, I wanna go down In a silver Thunderbird