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Albums:

Backseat of Your Cadillac (C.C. Catch) · Catch as Catch Can (Kim Wilde) · Catch as Catch Can (Glue) · Catch as Catch Can (Kim Wilde) · Catch the Catch (C.C. Catch) · Catch as Catch Can [Bonus CD] (Glue) · Catch as Catch Can (Kim Wilde) · Backseat (Kip Moore) · DJ Backseat Memories (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Tales from the Backseat (Whitey Conwell) – and 90 other albums »


Cadillac red's her name

Cadillac red
Singin' as she passes by
Cadillac red
See that hillbilly fly
Catch her if you can
She can out run any man
ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
and it's time to hit the town
Where do you go--You gotta rock it

The old folks say that you gotta end your date by ten
But if you're out on a date don't
comes around and it's time to hit the town
Where do you go
You gotta rock it

The old folks say that you gotta end your date by ten
But if you're out
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac
and as the time went by 
We found that we liked living free that way 

I got me an old Cadillac just to have around 
Cadillacs and country songs were meant to be 
I
your date
By ten
But if you're out on a date don't you

Bring her home late 'cause it's a sin
You know there's no excuse
You know you're gonna lose
and it's time to hit the town
Where do you go
You gotta rock it

The old folks say that you gotta end your date by ten
But if you're out on a date don't you
your date
By ten
But if you're out on a date don't you

Bring her home late 'cause it's a sin
You know there's no excuse
You know you're gonna lose
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
around and it's time to hit the town
Where do you go--You gotta rock it

The old folks say that you gotta end your date by ten
But if you're out
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
and it's time to
Hit the town
Where do you go, you gotta rock it

The old folks say that ya gotta end your date
By ten
But if you're out on a date
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
seat
tell me girl do your thing
if you got butter on my Gucci leg
Polo shirts and a Polo tie
I got scooped by a eighty clown
with a broom, newtangelo
while in my no man's land 

I don't ride for no one
No one rides for free
Just like smokestack lightnin'
You can't catch me 

Move by night
I'll
and it's time to
Hit the town
Where do you go, you gotta rock it

The old folks say that ya gotta end your date
By ten
But if you're out on a date
down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up,
on the country miles in his Cadillac.
I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back.
Come wash the nighttime clean, come grow the scorched ground green.
tank of gas and a fresh pack of smokes
Little girl's in the backseat telling dirty jokes
The policeman gives me the evil eye
So does mama as we drive by
you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me

[Chorus]
Hit by stars hit by cars
Drunk of the liquor getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close