Silver Thunderbird

(Marc Cohn) Watched him comin' up Winslow Down South Park Boulevard Lookin' 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 sayin 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 He got up every morning While I was still asleep I remember the sound