Watched [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 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 

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 
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 sayin'... 
 [bad word]