| Watched him coming upwind, slow
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| Down South Park Boulevard
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| Looking good from tail to hood
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| Great big fins and painted steel
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| Man, it looked just like the Batmobile
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| With my old man behind the wheel
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| Well, you could hardly even see him in all that chrome
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| The man with the plan and a pocket comb
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| But every night it carried home
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| And I could hear him saying
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| Don’t you give me no Buick
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| Girl, you must take my word
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| If there’s a God up in Heaven
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| He’s got a silver Thunderbird
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| You can keep your El Dorado
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| Man, the foreign car’s absurd
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| Me, I wanna go down
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| In a silver Thunderbird
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| Got up every morning while I was still asleep
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| I remember the sound of him shuffling around
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| Right before the crack of dawn
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| Is when I heard him turn his motor on
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| And when I got up they were gone
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| Down the road in the rain and snow
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| The man and his machine would go
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| Oh, the secrets that old car would know
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| Sometimes I hear him saying
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| Don’t you give me no Buick
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| Girl, you must take my word
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| If there’s a God up in Heaven
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| He’s got a silver Thunderbird
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| You can keep your El Dorado
|
| Man, the foreign car’s absurd
|
| Me, I wanna go down
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| In a silver Thunderbird
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| Down the road in the rain and snow
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| The man and his machine would go
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| Oh, the secrets that old car would know
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| Sometimes I hear him saying
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| 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
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| In a silver Thunderbird
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| Yeah, me, I wanna go down
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| In a silver Thunderbird |