Adrian Belew - Old Fat Cadillac текст песни

I wish I had an angel

To tell me what I should do

With all these troubles

Stuck on me like superglue

Angel, my spirits so tired

Oh, my spirits so tired, yeah

I wish I had an atlas

To show me where to go

To rid my self of these

Emotional clothes Ive outgrown

Oh, my spirits so tired

Angel, my spirits so tired, yeah

But if I had an old fat cadillac

Id sit there in the back seat and stare all day

Id never drive my old fat cadillac

Where is there to go to get away?

"so, mr. president, what should you and i

Propose to say...about this fallout business,

Raining all over our parade.

Maybe you should sit up front and Ill sit here in the back

And we can both admire my old fat cadillac.

Look at that dash!

Look at that amazing upholstery, yes!

Think of the plans,

Think of what a man can build with his hands...

And maybe, maybe we can rent a cable t.v., yes...

And plug it right in, right here in this beautiful back seat...

And maybe mr. president,

You could fix a big martini.

Maybe you should fix a big martini, yeah".

But if I had an old fat cadillac

Id sit there in the back seat and stare all day

Id never drive my old fat cadillac

Where is there to go to get away?