Old Fat Cadillac - The Bears

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