Yeah I want to write this song about my Cadillac
'cause ther're so f**kn' cool
The Nineteen sixties
I dont care if I get Eight miles to the gallon
Caddies are the sh*t
Next one's a sixty one 'cause I love fins
Me and all my friends can fit
And shotgun dont mean dick
'cause every seats first cla**
Throw in for gas
We'll take it to Vegas
We're ridin' like Elvis a cop in the truck
We got to fill again Down at Rip's
I am proud to be American
When i see the chrome and fins
I think the the wreath and sheild should be on the flag
Caddys are bad a**
I Need to get some more how about a Sixty-four
'cause I love fins