Thunderbird

If you're gonna sing a song about, uh, drinkin' wine, you should

Drink some wine

Yeah

Goin' up north

Rootin' potatoes

Freight down to Cali

Pick some tomatoes

SP to the jungle

Old SB

Under the eukalyptus

That's the life for me

Uh, drinkin' Thunderbird

Strictly Thunderbird

Drinkin' Thunderbird

Strictly Thunderbird

Drinking Thunderbird, yeah yeah

Strictly Thunderbird

Drinking Thunderbird

Well

Back up to little Frisco

Nobody holdin' back

The nickels, the dimes, they're fallin' like-a rain

Run to the liquor shack

Here come the stories

Most of them lies

I wouldn't trade for all the world

Ah-none of your borin' lives

Drinking Thunderbird

Strictly Thunderbird

Drinking Thunderbird

Strictly Thunderbird

Drinking Thunderbird, yeah yeah, baby

Strictly Thunderbird

Drinking Thunderbird

Mmm, huh

Alright

Yeah

While you're sitting in your rush hour traffic

Freeway like a parking lot

I just think about the Thunderbird

Riding west and free on a hot shot

Yeah, come on

Come on

And while you're dining out at Chez Louies

Fresh parfait and a hundred dollar wine, right

On my fire, I'm cookin' Spaghettioh's

Underneath a billion stars tonight

Drinking Thunderbird

Strictly Thunderbird

Drinking Thunderbird

Strictly Thunderbird

Drinkin' Thunderbird

Strictly Thunderbird

Strictly Thunderbird

Come on, come on now

Come on now

Thunderbird, Thunderbird

Thunderbird, Thunderbird

Thunderbird, Thunderbird

Thunderbird, Thunderbird

Thunderbird, Thunderbird

Thunderbird, Thunderbird

Thunderbird, hey

Come on now

Come on now

Come on now

Thunderbird

Yeah the Thunderbird

Yeah the Thunderbird

Thunderbird, Thunderbird

Thunderbird, Thunderbird