Adrian Belew - Old Fat Cadillac Lyrics
I wish I had an angelTo tell me what I should doWith all these troublesStuck on me like superglueAngel, my spirits so tiredOh, my spirits so tired, yeahI wish I had an atlasTo show me where to goTo rid my self of theseEmotional clothes Ive outgrownOh, my spirits so tiredAngel, my spirits so tired, yeahBut if I had an old fat cadillacId sit there in the back seat and stare all dayId never drive my old fat cadillacWhere is there to go to get away?So, mr. president, what should you and iPropose to say...about this fallout business,Raining all over our parade.Maybe you should sit up front and Ill sit here in the backAnd 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 cadillacId sit there in the back seat and stare all dayId never drive my old fat cadillacWhere is there to go to get away?
