Karaoké Silver Thunderbird Marc Cohn

Watched it coming 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 saying

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 Eldorados and the foreign car's absurd

Me I wanna go down in a silver Thunderbird

I got up every morning while I was still asleep

And I remember the sound of him shuffling around

Right before the crack of dawn is 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 singing

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 Eldorados and the foreign car's absurd

Me I wanna go down in a silver Thunderbird

Ah ah aah

Ah ah ah aah ah

Ah ah aah

Ah ah ah aah aah

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 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 Eldorados and the foreign car's absurd

Me I wanna go down in a silver Thunderbird

Me I wanna go down in a silver Thunderbird

Ah ah aah

Ah ah ah aah ah

Hi oh, Silver

Ah ah aah

Ah ah ah aah ah

Hi oh, Silver