Pink Cadillac |
Well now you may think I'm foolish for the foolish things I do
You may wonder how come I love you when you get on my nerves like you do
Well baby you know you bug me, there ain't no secret 'bout that
Well come on over here and hug me, baby I'll spill the facts
Well honey it ain't your money 'cause baby I got plenty of that
I love you for your pink Cadillac, crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, oozing down the street
Waving to the girls, feeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what you do there in the back
Of your pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
Well now way back in the Bible temptations always come along
There's always somebody tempting, somebody into doing something they know is wrong
Well they tempt you man with silver and they tempt you sir with gold
And they tempt you with the pleasure that the flesh does surely hold
They say Eve tempted Adam with an apple but man I ain't going for that
I know it was her pink Cadillac, crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, oozing down the street
Waving to the girls, feeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what it feels like in the back
Of your pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
Now some folks say it's too big and uses too much gas
Some folks say it's too old and that it goes too fast
But my love is bigger than a Honda, yeah it's bigger than a Subaru
Hey man there's only one thing and one car that will do
Anyway we don't have to drive it, honey we can park it out in back
And have a party in your pink Cadillac, crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, oozing down the street
Waving to the girls, feeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what you do there in the back
Of your pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
Pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
Pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
Pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
Pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
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Pink CadillacJerry Lee Lewis Duet |
Come on now, Killer!
Well now you may think I'm foolish
For the foolish things I do
You may wonder how come I love you
When you get on my nerves like you do
Well baby you know you bug me
Ain't no secret 'bout that
Well come on over here and hug me, baby
I'll show you where it's at
I ain't into your money
Baby I got plenty of that
I love you for your pink Cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Hidin' in the back
Oozing down the street
Waving to the girls
Feeling out of sight
Go spending all my money
On a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what you do there in the back
Of your pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
Whoah!
Way back in the Bible
Temptation always come along
Always somebody tempting somebody
Jerry Lee Lewis: Into doing something they know is wrong
Well they tempt men with silver
And they tempt you, sir, with gold, whoah!
And they tempt you with the pleasure
That flesh does surely hold
They say
Eve tempted Adam with an apple
But man, I ain't going for that
I know it was her
Pink Cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back
Oozing down the street
Waving to the girls
Feeling out of sight
Spending all my money
On a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what it feels like in the back
Of your pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
Whoah!
Oh, that's right!
Whoah! Whoah!
Now come on!
Yeah some folks say it's a little too big
And
Whoah!
Uses too much gas
Some folks say it's too old
And goes just a little too fast
But my love is bigger than a Honda
That's right
It's bigger than a Subaru
And man there's only one thing
And there's one car that will do
Anyway we don't
have to drive it
We can park it out in back
And have a party in your pink Cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back
Oozing down the street
Waving to the girls
Feeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what you do there in the back
Of your pink Cadillac; pink Cadillac
Whoah!
Rrrr!
Yeah baby!
Put the seat down a little bit
I'll show you a trick
The killer will show you a trick, baby
Whoah, come on, Killer
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