Bears The Old Fat Cadillac Lyrics

Old Fat Cadillac Lyrics

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?