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Watched him comin' up Winslow down South Park Boulevard |
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Lookin' good from tail to hood |
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Great big fins and painted steel |
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Man it looked just like the Batmobile |
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With my old man behind the wheel |
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Well you could hardly even see him in all of that chrome |
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The man with a plan and a pocket comb |
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But every night it carried him home |
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And I could hear him sayin' |
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Don't you give me no Buick |
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Girl you must take my word |
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If there's a God up in Heaven |
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He's got a silver Thunderbird |
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You can keep your El Dorado |
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Man the foreign car's absurd |
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Me I wanna go down |
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In a silver Thunderbird |
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He got up every morning while I was still asleep |
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I remember the sound of him shufflin' around |
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Right before the crack of dawn |
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Is when I heard him turn his motor on |
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And when I got up they were gone |
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Down the road in the rain and snow |
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The man and his machine would go |
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Oh, the secrets that old car would know |
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Sometimes I hear him sayin' |
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Don't you give me no Buick |
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Girl you must take my word |
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If there's a God up in Heaven |
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He's got a silver Thunderbird |
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You can keep your El Dorado |
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Man the foreign car's absurd |
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Me I wanna go down |
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In a silver Thunderbird |
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Down the road in the rain and snow |
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The man and his machine would go |
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Oh, the secrets that old car would know |
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Sometimes I hear him sayin' |
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Don't you give me no Buick |
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Girl you must take my word |
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If there's a God up in Heaven |
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He's got a silver Thunderbird |
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You can keep your El Dorado |
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Man the foreign car's absurd |
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Me I wanna go down |
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In a silver Thunderbird |
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Ah me I wanna go down |
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In a silver Thunderbird |