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