Old fat cadillac Lyrics
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Old fat cadillac Lyricsby Adrian Belew Buy album CD: Other Songs N - W 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? "so, mr. president, what should you and i Propose to say...about this fallout business, Raining all over our parade. Maybe you should sit up front and I'll sit here in the back 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, maybe we can rent a cable t.v., yes... And plug it right in, right here in this beautiful back seat... And 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?
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