Marc Cohn - 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 saying

Don't you gimme no Buick
Son you must take my word
You can keep your Eldorados
And the foreign car's absurd
Me I wanna go down
In a silver Thunderbird

Got up every morning
While I was still asleep
But I remember the sound of him shuffling around
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
The man and his machine would go
Oh the secrets that old car would know
Sometimes I hear him singing (I can hear him say)
Don't you gimme no Buick
(You can take my word)
Son you must take my word
(Me I'm going down)
You can keep your Eldorados
(You can take my word)
And the foreign car's absurd
(Me I'm going down)
Me I wanna go down
(Silver Thunderbird)
In a silver Thunderbird

Ahhh
Ahhh
Ahhh
Ahhh

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 saying

Don't you gimme no Buick
Son you must take my word
(I still hear him say)
You can keep your Eldorados
(You can take my word)
And the foreign car's absurd
(Me I'm going down)
Me I wanna go down
(Silver Thunderbird)
In a silver Thunderbird
(Me I'm going down)
Me I wanna go down
(Silver Thunderbird)
In a silver Thunderbird

Ahhh
Ahhh (Hi ho Silver)
Ahhh
Ahhh (Hi ho Silver)
Oh whoa