Thunderbird

If you're going to sing a song about drinking wine then you should, drink some wine.

Going up north
Doing it potatoes
Straight down to Callie
Here come the maders
SB to the jungle
Old SB
Under the ukulele,
Thats the life for me.

Drinking Thunder bird.
Strictly Thunderbird.
Drinking Thunder bird.
Strictly Thunderbird.
Drinking Thunder bird.
Strictly Thunderbird
Drinking Thunder bird.
Well

There goes a little crystal
Nobody's holding back
The niggers are down
They fall like rain
Run to the liquor shack
Here comes the store lass
No brocken lies
Wouldn't trade for all the world
Another of your boring lies

Drinking Thunder bird.
Strictly Thunderbird.
Drinking Thunder bird.
Strictly Thunderbird.
Drinking Thunder bird.
Strictly Thunderbird
Drinking Thunder bird.

Alright
Yeah

Why are you sitting in your rush hour trafic
Freeway like a parking lot
Just thinking about the Thunderbird
Riding west and freezing on a hot shot

Why are you dining out of shade and green
Fresh parfait and a hundred dollar wine
Right
On the fire I'm cooking spaghettiohs
Underneath the billion stars tonight

Drinking Thunder bird.
Strictly Thunderbird.
Drinking Thunder bird.
Strictly Thunderbird.
Drinking Thunder bird.
Strictly Thunderbird
Strictly Thunderbird

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Come on
Come on now
Come on now
Drinking Thunderbird
Yeah the Thunderbird
Yeah the Thunderbird
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