Jo Dee Messina Follow

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

Got up every mornin'
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, yeah

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