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My Thunderbird

Take me through the night
Driving down the highway with your shiny headlights
Squeal on down the street
My Thunderbird’s the only car that can’t be beat

Well my daddy gave me this car
Said it won in the big NASCAR
Said it was one hell’uva vehicle to own
The paint was flaking white
Along with a busted headlight
And the engine made this funny moan

The exhaust fumes really stunk
The whole thing was a piece of junk
To start it, you’d have to get out and shove
But I couldn’t find much better
At least it ran in sunny weather
My ’84 is the only car I love

Gun it all you’ve got
Keep revving till the engine glows red hot
Speed past the barrier of time
My Thunderbird’s the only car of it’s kind

I’ve been smoking down the court
But it ain’t the tires and it ain’t the torque
Cause my car’s responsible for all the pollution in L.A.
And the damn thing keeps on stalling
And the muffler keeps on falling
But besides the hassle, it’s mine and it’s here to stay

Take me through the night
Driving down the highway with your shiny headlights
Squeal on down the street
My Thunderbird’s the only car that can’t be beat