Watched him comin' up WinslowDown South Park BoulevardLookin' good from tail to hoodGreat big fins and painted steelMan, it looked just like the BatmobileWith my old man behind the wheelWell, you could hardly even see himIn all of that chromeThe man with a plan and a pocket combBut every night it carried him homeAnd I could hear him sayin'CHORUSDon't you give me no BuickGirl, you must take my wordIf there's a God up in HeavenHe's got a silver ThunderbirdYou can keep your El DoradoMan, the foreign car's absurdMe, I wanna go downIn a silver ThunderbirdHe got up every morningWhile I was still asleepI remember the soundOf him shufflin' aroundRight before the crack of dawnIs when I heard him turnHis motor onAnd when I got up they were goneDown the road in the rain and snowThe man and his machine would goOh, the secrets that old car would knowSometimes I hear him sayin'ChorusDown the road in the rain and snowThe man and his machine would goOh, the secrets that old car would knowSometimes I hear him sayin'ChorusOh, Me I wanna go downIn a silver Thunderbird

 

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