Silver Thunderbird

Watched it comming up Winslow down South Park Boulivard
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
You could hardly even see him in all of that chrome
The man with a plan and the pocket comb
But every night it carried him home
And I could here him saying
Don’t you give me no Buick
Son you must take my word
If there’s a god in heaven
He’s got a silver thunder bird
You can keep your eldorado
And your foriegn cars absurd
Me I wana go down
In a silver thunderbird
He got up every morning while I was still asleep
But I remember the sound of him suffling around
Then right before the crack of dawn
is when I heard him turn the motor on
But when I got up they were gone
Down the road in the rain and snow
A man and his machine would go
Oh the secrets that old car would know
Sometimes I here him saying
Don’t you give me no Buick
Son you must take my word
If there’s a god in heaven
He’s got a silver thunder bird
You can keep your eldorado
And your foriegn cars absurd
Me I wana go down
In a silver thunderbird
Down the road in the rain and snow
A man and his machine would go
Oh the secrets that old car would know
Sometimes I here him sining
Don’t you give me no Buick
Son you must take my word
If there’s a god in heaven
He’s got a silver thunder bird
You can keep your eldorado
And your foriegn cars absurd
Me I wana go down
In a silver thunderbird