Cadillacin'

It's about style

It's about cool

Long haired trucker caps and country roots

Yeah, it's a feeling that you get

From suicide doors and Johnny Cash, yeah

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It's about real

It's about smoove

That flat black and them speakers boom

It's slow

And it's fast

If you're gonna roll, roll in a Cadillac

Fuzzy dice on the mirror

Cooler in the back full of beer

Radio bumping a little bits something that sounds like cheap sunglasses

Catching every girls eye

As we roll on by

Horns on the hood looking damn good

Cadillacin'

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It's about four rings of fire

Them white wall spinning, smoking tires

It's about giving her a ride

She got a thumb in the air, yeah she knows what I got

She wants to slide right in my TC-3

On a Saturday night in them leather seats

Heads bopping back and forth to the beat, yeah alright

Fuzzy dice on the mirror

Cooler in the back full of beer

Radio bumping a little bits something that sounds like cheap sunglasses

Catching every girls eye

As we roll on by

Horns on the hood looking damn good

Cadillacin'

♪

Fuzzy dice on the mirror

Cooler in the back full of beer

Radio bumping a little bits something that sounds like cheap sunglasses

Catching every girls eye

As we roll on by

Horns on the hood looking damn good

Cadillacin'

♪

Cadillacin'