You can ride with me,baby
Take you everywhere I go
You can roll down the windows

Turn the knobs on my radio
Listen to your rock n' roll
You can get up in the front seat

Or get down in the back
But you can't drive my Cadillac


You can lay back that rug top
Let the wind blow through your hair
Do your toenails on the dashboard

Paint your lips in the rearview mirror
Haha,I don't care!
Slide aross those leather seats

Climb up in my lap
But you can't drive my Cadillac


Big ol fins wings of steel
Sweetest scent chromed out wheels
It's a Coup Deville

Came off the line big and bad
A '59 like Elvis had
Original


You can have my heart,baby
You can have my money ,too

No,there ain't nothin' within reason
That I won't do for you
Girl,you know it's true!

But baby, you know better
Then don't even ask
You can't drive my Cadillac


Big ol fins wings of steel
Sweetest scent chromed out wheels

It's a Coup Deville
Came off the line big and bad
A '59 like Elvis had

Original

You can slide aross those leather seats

And climb up in my lap
But you can't drive my Cadillac
Ha,you can't drive my Cadillac

Woman,you can't drive my Cadillac
No,no,no,not that one
Maybe a Toyota...