Silver Thunderbird - Jo Dee Messina

Watched him coming upwind, slow

Down South Park Boulevard

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 that chrome

The man with the plan and a pocket comb

But every night it carried home

And I could hear him saying

Don’t you give me no Buick

Girl, you must take my word

If there’s a God up in Heaven

He’s got a silver Thunderbird

You can keep your El Dorado

Man, the foreign car’s absurd

Me, I wanna go down

In a silver Thunderbird

Got up every morning while I was still asleep

I remember the sound of him shuffling around

Right before the crack of dawn

Is when I heard him turn his motor on

And 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 saying

Don’t you give me no Buick

Girl, you must take my word

If there’s a God up in Heaven

He’s got a silver Thunderbird

You can keep your El Dorado

Man, the foreign car’s 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

Sometimes I hear him saying

Don’t you give me no Buick

Girl, you must take my word

If there’s a God up in Heaven

He’s got a silver Thunderbird

You can keep your El Dorado

Man, the foreign car’s absurd

Me, I wanna go down

In a silver Thunderbird

Yeah, me, I wanna go down

In a silver Thunderbird