Texty: Lit. Tripping the Light Fantastic. Cadillac.

Yeah, I want to write this song about my Cadillac
'Cuz ther're, so fuckn' cool
The nineteen sixties
I don't care if I get eight miles to the gallon

Caddys are the shit, next one's a sixty one 'cuz I love fins
Me and all my friends can fit and shotgun don't mean dick
'Cuz every seats first class, throw in for gas
We'll take it to Vegas

We're ridin' like Elvis, a cop in the truck
We got to fill again down at Rip's
I am proud to be American
When I see the chrome and fins

I think the the wreath and shield should be on the flag
Caddys are bad ass
I Need to get some more how about a sixty-four
'Cuz I love fins