| Well I was toolin' down the highway in my beat up '53
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| Smokin' like a steamship with the police after me
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| When I passed the business district, just then I saw
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| A Cadillac Motor sign sayin' «Trade your run down car»
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| Well I pulled up in the alley, tore my clutch right out the floor
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| I was half way in the dealer’s when the cops flew by the door
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| I want a Cadillac, mister dealer
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| Black, tail fin, '59
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| I want a Cadillac, mister dealer
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| One that will blast off from the line
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| And when I hit that open roadway
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| Man, I really want to fly
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| Highway boy
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| Well, I bought that big black Cadillac and I took off down the road
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| Adjust my rear view mirror, then I spied that police Ford
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| They was comin' after me, boy, with their red lights all aglow
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| So I whacked that wheel around and I cut off down the dirt side road
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| That big machine wouldn’t make the turn, and the cops they grabbed hold of me
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| And the last I ever seen my Cadillac, it was wrapped around a tree
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| I want a Cadillac mister dealer
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| I want a Cadillac mister dealer |
| Yeah, a Cadillac mister dealer
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| I gotta have a Cadillac mister dealer
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| I want a Cadillac mister dealer
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| I want a Cadillac mister dealer |