Marc Cohn - Silver Thunderbird lyrics

Watched him coming up Winslow down South Park Boulevard

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 a plan and a pocket comb

But every night it carried him home

And I could hear him saying

Don't you give me 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 El Dorado

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

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

Son, 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

And 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

I still hear him saying

Don't you give me 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 El Dorado

And the foreign car's absurd

Me, I wanna go down

In a silver Thunderbird

Me, I wanna go down

In a silver Thunderbird