Текст песни The Bears - Old Fat Cadillac
The Bears - Old Fat Cadillac слова песни
I wish I had an angelto tell me what I should dowith all these troublesstuck on me like Superglueangel, my spirit`s so tiredoh, my spirit`s so tired, yeahI wish I had an atlasto show me where to goto rid my self of theseemotional clothes I`ve outgrownoh, my spirit`s so tiredangel, my spirit`s so tired, yeahBut if I had an old fat CadillacI`d sit there in the back seat and stare all dayI`d 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 I`ll 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 CadillacI`d sit there in the back seat and stare all dayI`d never drive my old fat Cadillacwhere is there to go to get away?