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Silver Thunderbird Lyrics
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 you 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 want to go down
In a Silver Thunderbird."
He got up every morning
While I was still asleep,
And I remember the sound of him shuffling around.
Right before the crack of dawn
Is when 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':
"Don't you 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 want to go down
In a Silver Thunderbird."
(Ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.)
Down the road in the rain and snow
The man and his machine would go.
Oh, the secrets that old car would know!
I still hear him sayin':
"Don't you 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 want to go down
In a Silver Thunderbird."
"Me I want to go down
In a Silver Thunderbird."
(Ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.)
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.
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':
Son, you must take my word:
If there's a God in heaven,
He's got a Silver Thunderbird."
And the foreign car's absurd.
Me, I want to go down
In a Silver Thunderbird."
While I was still asleep,
And I remember the sound of him shuffling around.
Right before the crack of dawn
Is when I heard him turn the motor on,
But when I got up they were gone.
The man and his machine would go.
Oh, the secrets that old car would know!
Sometimes I hear him sayin':
Son, you must take my word:
If there's a God in heaven,
He's got a Silver Thunderbird."
And the foreign car's absurd.
Me I want to go down
In a Silver Thunderbird."
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.)
The man and his machine would go.
Oh, the secrets that old car would know!
I still hear him sayin':
Son, you must take my word:
If there's a God up in heaven,
He's got a Silver Thunderbird."
And the foreign car's absurd.
Me I want to go down
In a Silver Thunderbird."
In a Silver Thunderbird."
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.)
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My dad was a mechanic by trade, and although he loved classic cars, racing, and customized vehicles he never owned more than an old beater or second had car from my grandparents, uncle, or neighbor.
But this song males me think of him anyway, especially "the man with the plan and the pocket comb". Always had a black plastic comb in his shirt pocket, and the 'plans' were his dreams that he never worked towards. He left a little over a year ago, and this is a song I still struggle with listening to.
Wow, no posts at all? This song makes me wish that I liked my father.
My dad always wanted a Lincoln Towncar, strange dream car. A thunderbird seems like a sportier choice.
This is a song I remember from very early in my childhood (along with the likes of REM, and the Red Hot Chilli Peppers). It was one of the songs me and my dad used to listen to (still do) when we went out in the car. It makes me really happy. The lyrics are pretty self-explanitary, but the way it makes one person feel can differ hugely. That's what I love about this song.
This is a song I remember from very early in my childhood (along with the likes of REM, and the Red Hot Chilli Peppers). It was one of the songs me and my dad used to listen to (still do) when we went out in the car. It makes me really happy. The lyrics are pretty self-explanitary, but the way it makes one person feel can differ hugely. That's what I love about this song.
My dad's 'Silver Thunderbird' was a 1957 Mercury Monterey.
Push-button automatic and power galore Long and low and looked like a lady With diamonds and rings and things
She was pink and black and white inside Hot as hell and heavy as well And strut down the street, not drive
Born in '57, met her in '59..let her go in '62 He had to...nothing else he could do To afford the diamond rings and other things That she was used to