Old Fat Cadillac

Old Fat Cadillac - The Bears

I wish I had an angel

To tell me what I should do

With all these troubles

Stuck on me like superglue

Angel my spirit's so tired

Oh my spirit's so tired yeah

I wish I had an atlas

To show me where to go

To rid my self of these

Emotional clothes I've outgrown

Oh my spirit's so tired

Angel my spirit's so tired yeah

But if I had an old fat cadillac

I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day

I'd never drive my old fat cadillac

Where is there to go to get away

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

So Mr president what should you and I

Propose to say about this fallout business

Raining all over our parade

Angel maybe you should sit up front

And I'll sit here in the back

Angel and we can both admire my old fat cadillac

Look at that dash

Look at that amazing upholstery yes

Think of the plans

Think of what a man can build with his hands

And maybe we can rent a cable tv yes

And plug it right in right here

In this beautiful back seat

Maybe Mr president

You could fix a big Martini

Maybe you should fix a big Martini yeah

But if I had an old fat cadillac

I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day

I'd never drive my old fat cadillac

Where is there to go to get away

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh