| It’s got a leaky carburetor
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| A rusted out floor
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| Four broken windows
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| Bullet holes in the door
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| Torn up old seats
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| And the lock don’t fit the key
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| Now baby who would really love this car but me?
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| Got the original paint
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| Joe put reflectors on the door
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| It’s got a Mexican blanket interior
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| It’s missin' all the chrome
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| It must be plain to see
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| Baby who would really love this car but me?
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| Man I picked a lemon
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| A lemon from the tree
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| That grows in every junkyard
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| From here to Tennessee
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| I know it’s gonna start
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| I just can’t find the key
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| So why the hell is everybody starin' at me?
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| It’s just a '55 Caddy
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| The brakes are no good
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| It won’t leave you stranded
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| In a bad neighborhood
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| The lights don’t even work
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| It must be plain to see
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| Baby who could really love this car but me?
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| Go Well man I picked a lemon
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| A lemon from the tree
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| That grows in every junkyard
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| From here to Tennessee
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| I know it’s gonna start
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| I just can’t find the key
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| So why the hell is everybody starin' at me?
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| It’s just a '55 Caddy
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| The brakes are no good
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| But it won’t leave you stranded
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| In a bad neighborhood
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| The lights don’t even work
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| It must be plain to see
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| Baby who could really love this car but me?
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| Oh man I picked a lemon
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| Hey, why don’t you paint it yellow? |