| Watched it comin' 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 sayin' | |
| Don't you gimme no buick | |
| Son you must take my word | |
| If there's a God in Heaven | |
| He's got a silver thunderbird | |
| You can keep your El Dorados | |
| And the foreign car's absurd | |
| Me I wanna go down | |
| In a silver thunderbird | |
| He got up every mornin' while I was still asleep | |
| But I remember the sound of him shufflin' around | |
| Right before the crack of dawn | |
| 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 sayin' | |
| Don't you gimme no buick | |
| Son you must take my word | |
| If there's a God in Heaven | |
| He's got a silver thunderbird | |
| You can keep your El Dorados | |
| 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 sayin' | |
| Don't you gimme 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 Dorados | |
| And the foreign car's absurd | |
| Me I wanna go down | |
| In a silver thunderbird | |
| Me I wanna go down | |
| In a silver thunderbird |