You Can’t Drive My Cadillac

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

You can slide across 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...