Thunderbird

My Thunderbird, my

Thunderbird

Put your head on my shoulder don't say a word

We'll cut across town in my

Thunderbird

There's a burial ground

Beneath a cattle herd

Mr. Henry

Ford'sBuilding me a

Thunderbird

My Thunderbird, my

Thunderbird

Put your head on my shoulder don't say a word

We'll cut across the country in my

Thunderbird

We're from

Pennsylvania

Welsh men of words

My daddy drove a

DesotoI drive a

Thunderbird

My Thunderbird, my

Thunderbird

She's the voice of the future baby, have you heard

Tomorrow's taken wing on my

Thunderbird

My Thunderbird, my

Thunderbird

Put your head on my shoulder don't say a word

We'll cut across town in my

Thunderbird

Got electric windows

Tilt away wheel

Slide across the bucket seat

For that ***y leather feel of

My Thunderbird, my

Thunderbird

Put your head on my shoulder don't say a word

We'll cut across town in my

Thunderbird

From the old

Volkswagen

Back to the

Model TA lot of men died

Just so you could ride with me in

My Thunderbird, my

Thunderbird

She drives like a dream baby rest assured

It don't get any better than a

Thunderbird

My daddy was a salesman

My brother was too

I would sell anything

Just to try to stay with you

But not my

Thunderbird, no not my

Thunderbird

Willy Loman's saying something

I can't hear a word

I'm going too fast in my

Thunderbird

They make 'em that way

Yeah they make 'em that way

Well they make 'em that way

Yeah they make 'em that way

Well they make 'em that way