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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 sayin'... Don't 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 He got up every morning While i was still asleep But I remember the sound of him shuffling around Then right before the crack of dawn Letras de cancionesI 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 sayin'... (Chorus) From Letras Mania