Silver Thunderbird

Watched it comin up Winslow, down south park boulevard
Yeah it was 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 of that chrome
The man with the plan and the pocket comb
But every night it carried him home
And I could hear him sayin
Dont you gimme no buick
Son you must take my word
If theres a God in Heaven
Hes got a silver thunderbird
You can keep your El Dorados
And the foreign cars absurd
Me I wanna go down
In a silver thunderbird
He got up every mornin while I was still asleep
But I remember the sound of him shufflin around
Right before the crack of dawn
When I heard him turn the motor on
But 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
Dont you gimme no buick
Son you must take my word
If theres a God in Heaven
Hes got a silver thunderbird
You can keep your El Dorados
And the foreign cars 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
I still hear him sayin
Dont you gimme no buick
Son you must take my word
If theres a God up in Heaven
Hes got a silver thunderbird
You can keep your El Dorados
And the foreign cars absurd
Me I wanna go down
In a silver thunderbird
Me I wanna go down
In a silver thunderbird