(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

Of him shufflin' around

Right before the crack of dawn

Is when I heard him turn

His motor on

And 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 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



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 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



Oh, Me I wanna go down

In a silver Thunderbird