Silverado.
The ballad of a Charter President.
(Sung to the tune of ‘Desperado’ by The Eagles.)
Silverado. Why don’t you come to your senses?
You been out drivin’ Benzes for so long now
Oh, you’re a hard one
But I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Can hurt us somehow
Don’t you pick the queen of Detroit, boy
She’ll beat you if she’s able
You know the queen of Nippon is always your best bet
Now it seems to me some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can’t get
Silverado. Oh, you ain’t getting’ no younger
You saw the big Chevy in Carsales on your phone
And freedom, oh freedom well, that’s just some people talkin’
Your prison is burnin’ 20 litres just to get from the golf course back home
Don't your feet get hot in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun always shines
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the Winter goes away?
Silverado. Why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your Benzes, open the gate
It aint rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better buy yourself a Prius
Buy yourself a Prius
You better buy yourself a Prius before it's too late