Lyrics:
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Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
Cadillac
Francine Honey
Intro:
My Daddy told me, he said girl
If you want to live fast... Do it in a Cadillac
1. I'm bold, I'm brave
I'm
suicidal cavalry attacks
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes
And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains and commuter accidents
In council
Funked down by the riverside
From every head and ass, may dollars flow
Give us this pay
Our daily bread
Forgive us our goofs
As we rob from each other
of my Cadillac
A wicked lady, sittin' by my side, sayin' "Where are we?"
Stopped at Third and Forty-three, exit to the night
It's gonna be ecstasy,
The stories of the street are mine
The Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping now
Through the night and the poison gas
And I lean from
Well I have a Saturday night drive in a subway train
A lot of speed inside my brain,
Shakin', breakin' it loose
The best that I can do,
I gotta
was standing still
All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said "Boys this ones marked for me"
But by then the tail
and slidin', like a Cadillac Eight.
She's a runnin' mistreater, a robber and a cheater.
Slip you in a dozen, your pappy and your cousin.
Your mama do the Lordy,
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
too weak to run defacer eraser
too weak to run,
hey my friend now monkey boy chief
remember by name
and cut this groove
deep oh deep in the wind
Fingers Do The Step You Can Do It All By Yourself
[Verse 1:]
Baby Girl
Whats Your Name
Let Me Talk To You
Let Me Buy You A Drink
I'm T-Pain, You Know Me
A smoke, a long black Cadillac
The engine's winding down
He'd park it up on the sidewalk
Like he owned the whole damn town
I'd hear him talkin'
All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with
Potholes deeper that the craters on the moon
95 South
Well, the longest train that I ever saw
Had the front in the summer and the back in the fall
I
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
The stories of the street are mine
The Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping now
Through the night and the poison gas
And I lean from
A smoke, a long black Cadillac
The engine's winding down
He'd park it up on the sidewalk
Like he owned the whole damn town
I'd hear him talkin'
I had Cadillacs in my future
Debutantes in my past
I made a deal with the devil
For a whole lot of money
Thinkin' it would last and last
But a fool
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With his head out the sunroof
And his heart in the right place
Plan b was foolproof
He drove off to her place
He yelled out his
the bazaar men by the Nile
He got the money on a bet
For the crocodiles they snap their teeth
On your cigarette
Foreign types with their hookah pipes
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
I'm communicating
[Chorus]
Rollin around, Serving it up
Bringin ya'll some Cadillac Phunque
Rollin around, Serving it up
Bringin ya'll some Cadillac
I got this black and white picture on my wall
of Dolly Parton standing by a Sedan DeVille
And looks to be in the late sixties
cause it’s all
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