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