From Ravindra







You may think I'm fooling

For the foolish things I do

You may wonder how come I love you

When you get on my nerves like you do

Well baby, you know you bug me

There ain't no secret about that

Well come on over here and hug me

And, baby, I'll spill the facts

Well, honey it ain't your money

Cause baby I got plenty of that



I love you for your pink Cadillac

Crushed velvet seats

Riding in the back, oozing down the street

Waving to the girls

Feeling out of sight

Spending all my money on a Saturday night

Honey, I just wonder what you do there in back of your pink Cadillac

Pink Cadillac





Well now way back in the Bible, temptations always come along

There's always somebody tempting you

Somebody into doing something they know is wrong

Well they tempt you man with silver and they tempt you sir with gold

And they tempt you with the pleasures that the flesh does surely hold

They say Eve tempted Adam with an apple

Man I ain't going for that





I know it was her pink Cadillac

Crushed velvet seats

Riding in the back, oozing down the street

Waving to the girls

Feeling out of sight

Spending all my money on a Saturday night

Honey, I just wonder what you do there in back of your pink Cadillac





Now some folks say it's too big and uses too much gas

Some folks say it's too old and that it goes too fast

But my love is bigger than a Honda, it's bigger than a Subaru

Hey man there's only one thing and one car that will do

Anyway we don't have to drive it honey, we can park it out in back

And have a party in your pink Cadillac