Shake that co*ktail and follow the road The doors are locked and the windows are closed There's only one way to the american dream They're awaiting your arrival in a big limousine [Chorus] In the back of a, black... in the back of a, black..in the back of a, black... Lincoln continental, lincoln continental lincoln continental, Black black, lincoln continental black black, lincoln continental, Black black, lincoln continental (then repeat intro) They take you to dinner and you eat off the plate And you dont taste the poison until its too late And seven years later something is funny Is it the black upholstery or the dirty money? [Repeat chorus then instrumental bridge and intro var.] The rugs all fake made of persian jute And the chauffeur got the job by actin cute Hes watching the speedometer and counting your money And the big white lines make your heart beat funny