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's

Building 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 Desoto

I 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 sexy 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 T

A 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