Blues Cadillac

Why don't you ride in it, babeWhy don't you ride in my CadillacCome on and ride in it, babeWhy don't you ride in my CadillacYou know my window's rolled downAnd baby, my seat is backWell tell me baby, what'd you-what'd you think about that!Ride in it, babeRide in it, babeRide in my, my, my Blues Cadillac!I'm gonna run it on strong with high-grain alcoholI said I'll run it on strong with high-grain alcoholAnd she might even compete, Show it's nimble rollI tell you baby, baby that ain't all.Ride in it, babeRide in it, babeRide in my, my, my Blues Cadillac!(Come back here awhile, yeah!)Said she's a storm flyin' buggyLord, she was built to lastYeah she's a storm flyin' buggyLord, she was built to lastKnow I slide down my windowsAnd I stomp down on that gasWell tell me baby, what'd you-what'd you think about that!Ride in it, babeRide in it, babeRide in my, my, my Blues Cadillac!Said she's a storm flyin' buggyLord, she was built to lastYeah she's a storm flyin' buggyLord, she was built to lastOh, I can let down my windowsAnd I stomp down on that gasSo won't you ride, baby, rideC'mon and ride, baby, rideGet on and ride, baby, rideC'mon and, ride, ride, ooooh!Ride in it, babeRide in it, babeRide in my, my, my Blues Cadillac!Ride in it, babeRide in it, babeRide in my, my, my Blues Cadillaaaaac!