I woke up one morning in sixty-six --
My dream car was a Town Landau.

Life overseas was sort of a drag,
But the pay was better than now.

I took a chance -- ordered a Thunderbird --
Hoped that next tour I could take it.

Wouldn't you know that it wouldn't happen?
Only a diplomat could not forsake it.

Home on leave, I cruised 'cross the country --
Candy Apple Red with white top.

390s have a lot of pep --
Thru Chicago with nary a stop.

My T-Bird was sold after I'd gone --
I thought I'd never see it again.

I felt more likely to win the lottery
Than own that beauty again, but then…

The bottom-line? Thirty-six years later
I'd finagle a way that Bird to buy.

It's hard to believe, but it's just as mint
As when I fondly bade it goodbye.

by D. Edgar Murray 11/09/2002.