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Watched it comin' up Winslow, down south park boulevard |
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Yeah it was looking 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 |
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In all of that chrome |
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The man with the plan and the 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 gimme no buick |
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Son you must take my word |
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If there's a God in Heaven |
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He's got a silver thunderbird |
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You can keep your El Dorados |
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And 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 mornin' while I was still asleep |
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But I remember the sound of him shufflin' around |
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Right before the crack of dawn |
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When I heard him turn the motor on |
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But 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 gimme no buick |
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Son you must take my word |
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If there's a God in Heaven |
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He's got a silver thunderbird |
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You can keep your El Dorados |
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And 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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I still hear him sayin' |
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Don't you gimme no buick |
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Son 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 Dorados |
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And 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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Me I wanna go down |
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In a silver thunderbird |
