Silver Thunderbird

Watched it coming 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'...

Don't gimme no Buick

Son you must take my word

If there's a God up in heaven

He's got a Silver Thunderbird

You can keep your Eldorados

And the foreign car's absurd

Me I wanna go down

In a Silver Thunderbird

He got up every morning

While i was still asleep

But I remember the sound of him shuffling around

Then right before the crack of dawn

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'...

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